Verse One: Method Man/Johnny Blaze
I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud missle heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
n***** gunnin, my third eye seen it coming
Before it happen
You know about them f****** Staten
Kids they smashin
Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout they blastin, hmmm
Is you bustin steel or is you flashin? Hmmm
Talkin out your a******
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy afro
Ticallion stallion, c****y eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the bunion on my big toe
I keeps it movin, know just what the f*** I'm doin
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a n**** snoozing
Slip the cardiac arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess me
Crunch a n**** like a Nestle, you know my STEEZ
burning to the third degree, sneaky a** alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party b** rusher
You don't like it d*** up in ya f*** ya
(allow me to demonstrate) That's right, you corny-a**
(the skill of Shaolin) rap m************
(The special technique) Better go back and check
(of shadowboxing) your f***** stacks
(Shadowboxing) Cause your naps ain't nappy enough
And your reefs ain't rugged enough
b****
Verse Two: The Genius/Maximillion
I slayed MC's back in the rec room era
My style broke m*********** backs like Ken Patera
Most rap n***** came loud but unheard
Once I pulled ut, round em off to the nearest third
Check these non visual n*****, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, tryin to orbit this corporate
indsutry, but what them n***** can't see
must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly
Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial
Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
We reign all year round from June to June
While n***** bite immediately if not soon
Set the lynchin, and form the execution date
As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate
Amplify sample through vacumn tubes compressions
cause RZA, to charge n***** twenty G's a session
Verse Three: Method Man/Johnny Blaze
When my mind start to clickin, and the strategy
is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu s***
I don't give a cotten-pickin f***
about a brother tryin to size a n**** up, I hold my own
Hard-hat protect your dome
Look at mama 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
Flying guillotines here they come, b***** b******s
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 nutsac, and spittin lung-ghies
At a wack n**** dat, don't understand the fact
When it come to RZA tra-cks I don't know how to act
Real rap from the Stat, killa hill projects
How to be exact, break it down
All and together now
Things are getting good looking better now
I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud missle heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
n***** gunnin, my third eye seen it coming
Before it happen
You know about them f****** Staten
Kids they smashin
Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout they blastin, hmmm
Is you bustin steel or is you flashin? Hmmm
Talkin out your a******
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy afro
Ticallion stallion, c****y eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the bunion on my big toe
I keeps it movin, know just what the f*** I'm doin
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a n**** snoozing
Slip the cardiac arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess me
Crunch a n**** like a Nestle, you know my STEEZ
burning to the third degree, sneaky a** alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party b** rusher
You don't like it d*** up in ya f*** ya
(allow me to demonstrate) That's right, you corny-a**
(the skill of Shaolin) rap m************
(The special technique) Better go back and check
(of shadowboxing) your f***** stacks
(Shadowboxing) Cause your naps ain't nappy enough
And your reefs ain't rugged enough
b****
Verse Two: The Genius/Maximillion
I slayed MC's back in the rec room era
My style broke m*********** backs like Ken Patera
Most rap n***** came loud but unheard
Once I pulled ut, round em off to the nearest third
Check these non visual n*****, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, tryin to orbit this corporate
indsutry, but what them n***** can't see
must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly
Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial
Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
We reign all year round from June to June
While n***** bite immediately if not soon
Set the lynchin, and form the execution date
As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate
Amplify sample through vacumn tubes compressions
cause RZA, to charge n***** twenty G's a session
Verse Three: Method Man/Johnny Blaze
When my mind start to clickin, and the strategy
is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu s***
I don't give a cotten-pickin f***
about a brother tryin to size a n**** up, I hold my own
Hard-hat protect your dome
Look at mama 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
Flying guillotines here they come, b***** b******s
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 nutsac, and spittin lung-ghies
At a wack n**** dat, don't understand the fact
When it come to RZA tra-cks I don't know how to act
Real rap from the Stat, killa hill projects
How to be exact, break it down
All and together now
Things are getting good looking better now