Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shadowboxin', artist - GZA. Album song Halloween Assassin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: FP
Song language: English
Shadowboxin' |
| Johnny Blaze |
| I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (What?) |
| Maximillion, Maximillion, Maximillion |
| I breaks it down to the bone gristle |
| Ill speakin' scud missile, heat-seekin' |
| Johnny Blazin', nightmares like Wes Craven |
| Niggas gunnin', my third eye seen it comin' before it happened |
| You know about them fuckin' Staten kids, they smashin' |
| Everything, huh, in any shape form or fashion |
| Now everybody talkin' 'bout they blastin', hmm |
| Is you bustin' steel or is you flashin'? |
| Hmm |
| Talkin' out yo' asshole |
| You should have learnt about the flow and peasy Afro |
| Ticallion stallion, the chinky-eye and snot-nosed |
| From my naps to the bunion on my big toe |
| I keeps it movin', know just what the fuck I’m doin' |
| Rap insomniac, 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 steez |
| Burnin' to the third degree |
| Sneaky ass alley cat, top pedigree |
| The head toucher, industry party bum rusher |
| You don’t like it? |
| Dick up in you, fuck ya |
| Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin (That's right, all you corny-ass |
| rap motherfuckers) |
| The special technique of shadowboxing (Better go back and check your fucking |
| stacks) |
| Because your naps ain’t nappy enough (Shadowboxing) |
| And your reach ain’t rugged enough, bitch |
| Yo, I slayed MCs back in the rec room era |
| My style broke motherfuckin' backs like Ken Patera |
| Most rap niggas came loud but unheard |
| Once I pulled out, round 'em off to the nearest third |
| Check these non-visual niggas, with tapes and a portrait |
| Flood the seminar, tryna orbit this corporate |
| Industry, but what them niggas can’t see |
| Must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly |
| Protect ya neck, my sword still remains imperial |
| Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial |
| We reign all year 'round from June to June |
| While niggas bite immediately, if not soon |
| Set the lynchin', inform the execution date |
| As this 2000 beyond slang suffocate |
| Amplify sample through vacuum tubes compressions |
| Cause RZA to charge niggas twenty G’s a session |
| When my mind start to clickin' |
| And the strategy is mastered, the plot thicken |
| This be that Wu shit |
| I don’t give a cotton-pickin' fuck |
| About a brother tryna size a nigga up, I hold my own |
| Hard-hat, protect the dome |
| Look at mama’s baby boy actin' like he grown |
| No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone |
| Killa bee that be holdin' down his honeycomb, loungin', son |
| Wu brother number one |
| Protect your neck, flyin' guillotines, here they come |
| Bloody bastards, hard times and killer tactics |
| Spittin' words plus 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 keeps it grungy |
| Hand on my nut sack and spittin' lunghies |
| At a wack nigga that don’t understand the fact |
| When it come to RZA tracks, I don’t know how to act |
| Real rap from the Stat', Killa Hill Projects, how to be exact |
| Break it down, all in together now |
| Things are gettin' good, lookin' better now |
| …and some other shit |
| Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin |
| The special, special, special, special technique of shadowboxing |
| Shadowboxing |
| Allow me to demonstrate the— |