Special technique of Shadowbox with the Jizzle Goddamn, just pledge allegiance to the hip hop Goddamn, I pledge allegiance to the hip hop Yeah, yeah, yeah, Johnny Blaze I pledge allegiance to the hip hop Maximilien, Maximilien, Shadowbox I breaks it down to the bone gristle Hillspeaking, scud missile, heat seeking, Johnny Blazin' Nightmares like Wes Craven, niggas gunning My third eye seen it coming, before it happened You know about them fucking statin' kids, they smashin' Everything, huh, in any shape, form, or fashion Now everybody talkin' bout they blastin' Hmm, is you bustin' still or is you flashin'? Hmm, talkin' out your asshole You shoulda learnt about the flow in P.Z. Afro To Kalyan Stallion, chinky eye and snot nose From my naps to the bunion on my big toe I keeps it movin', know just what the fuck I'm doin' Rappin' Soniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozin' Slip the cardiac, arrest me, exorcist hip hop, possess me Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my steam Burnin' to a third degree, sneaky ass alley cat Top pedigree, the head toucher, industry party bum rusher You don't like a dick up in your fucker You just right, born to be ass rappin' Fuck these niggas, best to go back Check their fuckin' stacks Because your naps ain't nappin' enough And your reaps ain't rugged enough Yo, I slayed them C's back in the Rack Room era My style wrote motherfuckin' backs like Hymn for Terror Most rap niggas came loud with unheard Once I pulled out, ground them off to the nearest third Check these non-visual niggas with tapes and a portrait Flood the seminar tryin' to orbit this corporate Industry, but what them niggas can't see Must break through like the wolf unexpectedly Protect your neck, my sword still remains imperial Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the cereal We rain all year round from June to June While niggas bite immediately if not soon Set the lynchin' and form the execution date As this 2000 beyond sling suffocate Amplify sample through vacuum tubes, compressions Cause RZA to charge niggas 20 G's a session When my mind started clickin' And the strategy is master the plot thicken This be that bullshit, I don't give a cotton pickin' Fuck about a brother tryin' to size a nigga up I hold my own, a hard hat protect the dome Look at momma baby boy actin' like he grown No time for sleep, I get steep as a baritone Killer B that be holdin' down his honeycomb Loungin' son, ooh brother number one Protect your neck, flying guillotines, here they come Bloody bastards, hard times and killer tactics Spittin' words but, semi-automatic slurs Peep the graphic, novel from the genie bottle Hit the clutch, shift the gear now, full throttle Time to bungee, to the next episode, I keep shit grungy Hand on my nut sack, and spittin' lungs Had a whack nigga dat, don't understand the fact When they come to RZA tracks, I don't know how to act Real rap from the stack, killer hill projects Hard to be exact, break it down, all in together now Things are gettin' good, lookin' better now Allow me to demonstrate this skill for y'all to see Oh man Oh man Oh man Oh man Oh man Oh man Oh man Oh man