Shadowboxin'
Method Man Lyrics


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I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud missile heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
Niggas gunning, my third eye seen it coming before it happen
You know about them fucking Staten kids, they smashing
Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout they blasting, hmmm
Is you busting steel or is you flashing, hmmm
Talking out your asshole
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy afro
Ticallion stallion, chinky-eye and snot-nosed
From my naps to the bunion on my big toe
I keeps it moving, know just what the fuck I'm doing
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozing
Slip the cardiac arrest me, exorcist hip-hop possess me
Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my steez
Burning 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
That's right, you corny-ass
The skill of Shaolin, rap motherfuckers
The special technique, better go back and check
Of shadowboxing, your fucking stacks
Shadowboxing, cause your naps ain't nappy enough
And your beats ain't rugged enough, bitch

I slayed MC's back in the rec room era
My style broke motherfucking 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, trying to orbit this corporate
Industry, but what them niggas 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 niggas bite immediately if not soon
Set the lynching, and form the execution date
As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate
Amplify sample through vacuum tubes compressions
Cause RZA, to charge niggas twenty G's a session

When my mind start to clicking and the strategy
Is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit
I don't give a cotton-pickin' FUCK
About a brother tryin to size a nigga up, I hold my own
Hard-hat protect your dome
Look at Mama baby boy acting like he grown
No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone
Killa bee, that be holding down his honeycomb, lounging son
Wu brother number one, protect your neck
Flying guillotines here they come, bloody bastards
Hard times and killer tactics, spitting 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 spitting lunghies
At a whack nigga dat, 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 getting good looking better now

Overall Meaning

In the lyrics of Method Man/The Genius's song Shadowboxin', the artist speaks about the violent culture and state of crime in Staten Island and the art of "shadowboxing," or practicing fighting moves on your own. The lyrics are filled with vivid and gritty imagery, describing the dangers and threats in the neighborhood, and the artist's confidence in his own skills to defend himself from any threats that may arise. He talks about the skill involved in rapping and how it is similar to the skill of shadowboxing. He aims to prove his worth through his talents as a rapper and his ability to hold his own.


The lyrics also touch on the Wu Tang Clan’s influence and success in the music industry. He insists that his style is unique, and no one can replicate it, emphasizing that they are successful because of their individuality. Throughout the song, he portrays himself as a tough, aggressive, and confident rapper who is entirely conscious of his surroundings and can protect himself. The song is an excellent example of the Wu-Tang Clan's gritty and aggressive rapping style, with a focus on the violent culture of the streets.


Line by Line Meaning

I breaks it down to the bone gristle
I break it down to the smallest detail


Ill speaking Scud missile heat seeking
My rhymes are powerful and precise


Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
My rhymes are intense and scary


Niggas gunning, my third eye seen it coming before it happen
I can sense danger before it happens


You know about them fucking Staten kids, they smashing
Those kids from Staten Island are causing destruction


Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion
They will destroy anything in any way they can


Now everybody talking bout they blasting, hmmm
Everyone is claiming to be dangerous now


Is you busting steel or is you flashing, hmmm
Are you actually carrying a weapon or just pretending?


Talking out your asshole
You're talking nonsense


You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy afro
You should have learned to rap and have a good hairstyle


Ticallion stallion, chinky-eye and snot-nosed
I have distinct physical features


From my naps to the bunion on my big toe
Every part of my body is unique


I keeps it moving, know just what the fuck I'm doing
I always stay active and focused in what I do


Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozing
I'm constantly writing rhymes and ready to catch someone off guard


Slip the cardiac arrest me, exorcist hip-hop possess me
The rhythm and energy of hip-hop take control of me


Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my steez
I crush my opponents easily and everyone knows it


Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree
My rhymes are intense and I am a skilled fighter


The head toucher, industry party bum rusher
I am a respected leader and a party crasher


You don't like it dick up in you fuck ya
If you don't like it, tough luck


Allow me to demonstrate
Let me showcase my skills


That's right, you corny-ass
You are not cool


The skill of Shaolin, rap motherfuckers
My rapping skills are like those of a Shaolin master


The special technique, better go back and check
My technique is unique and impressive


Of shadowboxing, your fucking stacks
I am competing against other rappers like a shadowboxer


Shadowboxing, cause your naps ain't nappy enough
Other rappers are not as skilled as me


And your beats ain't rugged enough, bitch
Your music is not intense and rough enough


I slayed MC's back in the rec room era
I defeated other rappers in the past


My style broke motherfucking backs like Ken Patera
My rap style is powerful and can defeat anyone


Most rap niggas came loud but unheard
Most rappers talk a lot but are not actually heard


Once I pulled out, round em off to the nearest third
Once I start rapping, I quickly defeat others


Check these non-visual niggas, with tapes and a portrait
Other rappers rely on their looks and music videos, not their skills


Flood the seminar, trying to orbit this corporate
Rappers are trying to impress corporate executives


Industry, but what them niggas can't see
Those rappers can't see the true power of hip-hop


Must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly
Hip-hop must surprise everyone, like the Wu Tang Clan


Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial
My rhymes will always be powerful and impressive


Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
Before I start rapping, RZA produces the beat


We reign all year round from June to June
Our music is popular and dominant year-round


While niggas bite immediately if not soon
Other rappers try to copy our success quickly


Set the lynching, and form the execution date
We are executing our plan and taking control


As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate
Hip-hop is changing and evolving


Amplify sample through vacuum tubes compressions
We use advanced technology to produce our music


Cause RZA, to charge niggas twenty G's a session
RZA charges a lot of money for his production skills


When my mind start to clicking and the strategy
When I start thinking and planning my next move


Is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit
Once I have a plan, things start getting intense (like Wu Tang Clan)


I don't give a cotton-pickin' FUCK
I don't care


About a brother tryin to size a nigga up, I hold my own
I don't need anyone's approval, I am confident in myself


Hard-hat protect your dome
Protect your head


Look at Mama baby boy acting like he grown
Other rappers are acting like they are better than they actually are


No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone
I am always working and thinking deeply


Killa bee, that be holding down his honeycomb, lounging son
I am a hard worker and always at my best


Wu brother number one, protect your neck
I am the best in the Wu Tang Clan and others should be on guard against me


Flying guillotines here they come, bloody bastards
I am going to attack others ruthlessly and quickly


Hard times and killer tactics, spitting words plus
I am using intense and effective strategies to defeat others


Semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic
I am delivering powerful and visually striking rhymes


Novel from the genie bottle, hit the clutch
My rhymes are unique and impressive


Shift the gear now, full throttle, time to bungee
I am moving forward quickly and powerfully


To the next episode, I keeps it grungy
I am always ready for the next challenge


Hand on my nut sack, and spitting lunghies
I am confident and powerful


At a whack nigga dat, don't understand the fact
I am attacking a weak rapper who doesn't understand the power of hip-hop


When it come to RZA tracks I don't know how to act
I am so impressed with RZA's music that I don't know how to react


Real rap from the Stat, killa hill projects
I am delivering real hip-hop from Staten Island


How to be exact, break it down
Let me explain it clearly


All in together now
Let's work together


Things are getting good looking better now
Things are improving and we are on the right track




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, GARY E. GRICE, ROBERT F. DIGGS

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Thast how rap's supposed to sound

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Method Man could literally rap a bunch of gibberish and it would still sound better than 99% of other emcees.... his flow is so cool and has never grown old... same too for The GZA...

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