Shadowboxin
Wu‐Tang Clan Lyrics


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Intro: Method Man/Johnny Blaze
[special technique] Fuck that
[special technique of shadowboxing] God damn
(The GZA, god damn!)
(The GZA, god damn!) Pledge allegiance to the hip-hop!
(Method, god damn!) I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
(Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on)
(Uh, yeah, ahh, uh) Johnny Blaze
I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
(Johnny Blaze) Maximilli-on
Maximilli-on
Verse One: Method Man/Johnny Blaze
I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud missile heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
Niggaz gunnin, my third eye seen it coming
Before it happen
You know about them fucking 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 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 movin, know just what the fuck I'm doin
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozing
Slip the cardiac arrest me, excorcist 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 ya 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 fuckin stacks
(Shadowboxing) Cause your naps ain't nappy enough
And your reefs ain't rugged enough
Bitch
Verse Two: The Genius/Maximillion
I slayed MC's back in the rec room era
My style broke motherfuckin backs like Ken Patera
Most rap niggaz came loud but unheard
Once I pulled ut, round em off to the nearest third
Check these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, tryin to orbit this corporate
indsutry, but what them niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 shit
I don't give a cotten-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 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, 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 nutsac, and spittin lung-ghies
At a wack nigga 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
(Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin)




(Sha-shadowboxing, the special technique of shadowboxing)
(Shadowboxing)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Wu-Tang Clan's "Shadowboxin" are filled with confidence and bravado that is characteristic of the group's style. The song opens with Method Man and Johnny Blaze discussing the special technique of shadowboxing and their allegiance to hip-hop. The verse then starts with Method Man boasting about his skills and how he knows what he's doing. The lyrics refer to his reputation in Staten Island, where everything is getting smashed, but before that can happen, he sees it coming. Then, it transitions to The Genius/Maximilian, who gets in on the lyrical assault, boasting about how he has slain MCs back in the era of the rec room. He references the Wu-Tang Clan's style and how they must break through unexpectedly.


In the final verse, Method Man returns to the mic, and his mind starts to click, and Wu-Tang's strategy becomes more apparent to him. He holds his own against anyone trying to size him up, and he knows how to protect himself. Like a killer bee, he's holding his honeycomb down and lounging son. He talks about how they are flying guillotines, and hard times and killer tactics are in play. He spits words alongside semi-automatic slurs and graphics to show the reality of their story. The verse ends with the group breaking down the song's message and getting everyone to understand.


Line by Line Meaning

[special technique] Fuck that
Disregard any special technique


[special technique of shadowboxing] God damn
Wow, the special technique of shadowboxing is amazing


(The GZA, god damn!)
The GZA is incredible


(The GZA, god damn!) Pledge allegiance to the hip-hop!
Praise the GZA and pledge your loyalty to hip-hop


(Method, god damn!) I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
Praise Method Man and pledge your loyalty to hip-hop


(Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on)
Maximilli-on is here


(Uh, yeah, ahh, uh) Johnny Blaze
Introducing Johnny Blaze


I breaks it down to the bone gristle
I break it down completely


Ill speaking Scud missile heat seeking
My rhymes are dangerous and explosive


Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
I'm like a nightmare from a Wes Craven movie


Niggaz gunnin, my third eye seen it coming
I anticipate danger and threats


Before it happen You know about them fucking Staten Kids they smashin Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion
I know about the troublemakers from Staten Island causing chaos all around


Now everybody talking bout they blastin, hmmm Is you bustin steel or is you flashin? Hmmm
Everyone claims to have weapons, but are they really using them?


Talkin out your assHOLE You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy afro
Stop talking nonsense and learn about hip-hop and its culture


Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot nosed From my naps to the bunion on my big toe
I'm a proud Black man, from my hair to my feet


I keeps it movin, know just what the fuck I'm doin Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozing
I keep going and know exactly what I'm doing. I'm constantly thinking about rap and ready to catch anyone off guard


Slip the cardiac arrest me, excorcist hip-hop possess me Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my STEEZ
I'm so into hip-hop that it takes over me. I'll defeat anyone easily, it's my style


burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree The head toucher, industry party bum rusher
I'm so hot that I could burn at the third degree. I'm skilled and strategic, able to crash any industry party


You don't like it dick up in ya 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 fuckin stacks (Shadowboxing) Cause your naps ain't nappy enough And your reefs ain't rugged enough Bitch
If you don't like my style, then fuck you. Let me show you how real hip-hop is done. Check your finances because you're not rich enough. Your hair is not thick and your music is not raw enough for this game


I slayed MC's back in the rec room era My style broke motherfuckin backs like Ken Patera
I was already killing it in the old days of rap, defeating MCs left and right with my style, just like Ken Patera with his wrestling moves


Most rap niggaz came loud but unheard Once I pulled ut, round em off to the nearest third
Most rappers talk a lot but don't say anything. Once I start rapping, I'll finish them off easily


Check these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait Flood the seminar, tryin to orbit this corporate indsutry, but what them niggaz can't see must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly
I'm challenging these rappers who only care about making money, but can't see the real deal. I want to break through the industry like Wu-Tang Clan, unexpectedly


Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
I'm still protecting myself with my sharp rhymes while RZA prepares the music, making sure it's perfect before I start rapping


We reign all year round from June to June While niggaz bite immediately if not soon
We're always on top in this rap game, while other rappers copy us right away


Set the lynchin, and form the execution date As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate
We're taking control of the game and killing off the competition, as we move beyond the slang of the year 2000


Amplify sample through vacumn tubes compressions cause RZA, to charge niggaz twenty G's a session
We're using old-fashioned techniques to make our music sound better, which costs more money when RZA produces it


When my mind start to clickin, and the strategy is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit I don't give a cotten-pickin FUCK about a brother tryin to size a nigga up, I hold my own
When I start to figure things out and plan, the true Wu-Tang Clan style comes out. I don't care about people trying to challenge me, I can handle it myself


Hard-hat protect your dome Look at mama baby boy actin like he grown
Protect your head and watch out for young guys acting tough


No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone Killa bee, that be holdin down his honeycomb, loungin son
I don't have time to rest, I need to keep going and be as deep as my voice goes. I'm a Killa Bee who's always working, making sure my own hive is safe and comfortable


Wu brother number one, protect your neck Flying 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
I'm the best Wu-Tang member, so be careful and protect yourself. Danger is coming, and it won't be easy to survive. I'm using killer words and tactics, just like a gun. Watch out and take a closer look


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
Let's move quickly and get ready, because the next challenge is coming. I keep my style raw and uncut. I'm confident and not scared to show it


At a wack nigga 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'm attacking all the weak rappers who don't understand RZA's tracks. I'm representing my home, Staten Island, and my projects, Killah Hill. Let me break it down for you. Everything is coming together nicely


(Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin) (Sha-shadowboxing, the special technique of shadowboxing) (Shadowboxing)
Let me show you the true Wu-Tang Clan style, the special technique of shadowboxing




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

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@willzncube4386

Can we talk about how effortless Method man's flow and delivery has always been?🔥🔥🔥

@johnsondailysports1341

That shit is amazing

@TheVanillatech

Good but he aint no Ghostface.

@justinf401

I've always said hebdeserves more top 5 consideration

@cocheselives

We would be talking for months my guy

@hurdyb1

Bruh.....always

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@juzt_mee

I'M 42 AND THIS IS STILL FIRE!!!

@dmac5935

Same AR!!!

@tropical9913

Trust me even a 15 yr old will say this is fire!!

@ihategoogle6066

me and you both man!

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