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(Hmm)\n\n  Talkin' out your asshole\n  You shoulda learnt 'bout the flow and peasy afro\n  Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot-nosed\n  From my naps to the bunion on my big toe\n  I keeps it movin'\n\n  Know just what the fuck I'm doin', rap insomniac\n  Fiend to catch a nigga snoozing, slip the cardiac\n  Arrest me, exorcist Hip Hop posses me\n  Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my Steez\n  Burnin' to the third degree, sneaky ass\n  Allley cat top pedigree, the head toucher\n  Industry party bum rusher\n  You don't like a dick up in ya, fuck ya\n\n  (Allow me to demonstrate) that's right, you corny-ass\n  (The skill of Shaolin) rap motherfuckers\n  (The special technique) better go back and check\n  (Of shadowboxing) your fuckin' stacks\n  (Shadowboxing) 'cause your naps ain't nappy enough\n  And your reefs ain't rugged enough\n  Bitch\n\n  I slayed MC's back in the rec room era\n  My style broke motherfucking backs like Ken Patera\n  Most rap niggas came loud but unheard\n  Once I pulled out, round 'em off to the nearest third\n  Check these non-visual niggas, with tapes and a portrait\n  Flood the seminar, trying to orbit this corporate\n  Industry, but what them niggas can't see\n  Must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly\n\n  Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial\n  Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial\n  We reign all year round from June to June\n  While niggas bite immediately if not soon\n  Set the lynchin' and form the execution date\n  As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate\n  Amplify sample through vacuum tubes compressions\n  'Cause RZA, to charge niggas 20G's a session\n\n  When my mind start to clickin', and the strategy\n  Is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit\n  I don't give a cotten pickin' fuck\n  About a brother tryin' to size a nigga up, I hold my own\n  Hard-hat protect your dome\n  Look at mama baby boy actin' like he grown\n  No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone\n  Killa Bee, that be holdin' down his honeycomb, loungin' son\n\n  Wu brother number one, protect ya neck\n  Flying guillotines here they come, bloody bastards\n  Hard times and killer tactics, spittin' words plus\n  Semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic\n\n  Novel from the genie bottle, hit the clutch\n  Shift the gear now, full throttle, time to bungee\n  To the next episode, I keeps it grungy\n  Hand on my nutsac, and spittin' lung-ghies\n  At a wack nigga that, don't understand the fact\n  When it come to RZA tracks, I don't know how to act\n  Real rap from the Stat, Killa Hill projects\n  How to be exact, break it down\n  All and Together Now\n  Things are gettin' good lookin' better now\n\n  (Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin)\n  (Sha-shadowboxing, the special technique of shadowboxing)\n  (Shadowboxing)\n  Oh mayne, oh mayne\n  Oh mayne, oh mayne\n  (Allow me to demonstrate)\n"},{"id":11042736,"name":"Shadowboxin'","trackName":"Shadowboxin'","artistName":"GZA","albumName":"Liquid Swords [Instrumentals]","duration":210.0,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shadowboxin'\n  artist: GZA\n  album: Liquid Swords [Instrumentals]\n  duration_ms: 210000\n  instrumental: true\nlines: []\n"}]