John Blaze Lyrics

[Verse 1: Nas]
My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal
He'd tell you how I used to pack a No. 2 pencil
Stabbin' students, grabbin' teachers, Catholics, preachers
In the school staircase, cuttin' class, passin' my reefer
In my own class, operation return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to learn
The tables turned now, got my own label I earned
Like that nigga said in Dead Presidents, "Money to burn"
Queensbridge, pay homage respect, Nas is a vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes
Niggas is this and that, I'm just the best
Puttin' all violence to rest
Between Latin Kings and blood, los sangres, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, unite the system
To fight with inner street wisdom to help teach in prison

[Verse 2: Big Punisher]
My crew puff lye, anyone testin' Pun must die
Just give me one try, now you know you done fucked up, right?
Ha, you ain't got no wins in mi casa
¿Qué te pasa? You ain't even in my clasa
I hate a actor that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa, everybody's favorite rapper
Grand imperial, college material, insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral
I reign subliminal inside your visual
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical

I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddy do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered, I would still sh-sh-shit on you
Soon as I chitter chatter, your shit'll shatter
I'm the kid out of the Bronx that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
I'm even better than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun 'cause one verse dead 'em all
[Chorus]
John Blaze
John Blaze
John Bl-Blaze
John Blaze

Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Ayo, my attitude is subject to change
I mess around and spit twelve at the driver's side door of your Range
Six hit you, the other six up in your dame
Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chains
So take heed that not only can I flow, I can aim
'Cause y'all misdemeanor niggas can't stand the reign
Better believe that whenever I see y'all, I'ma test you
Only 'cause I know that faggots respect pressure
Hardcore, like shit you get kicked out the yard for
Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggas up
You could meet me in my cell, I soap and sock niggas up
Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show
Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable
Y'all hot dog niggas get Nathan's
Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin

[Verse 4: Raekwon]
My son cool out (What), don't beef, yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these niggas, kidnap they work, make 'em move out
Crushed hash, hands is like glass, keep the heat in the dash
Did some dirt for some work, caught a gash
The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear
Strike me out, God, stackin' up joints, rack 'em like Footlocker
This is raw, raw like fuck kid, represent here to Crenshaw
Hold my words stronger than a Benz store
Relentless, the anthology consolidated with the quickness
Dress up in the wig and blouse, killer sickness
Lex imagination large, gold cards
Beat the bogus squad brains that connect, put on the Older God
Specialist, iciclist, Woolrich collar
Feelin' the rich, work for every dollar, don't snitch
That's why broke niggas who got heart, God, sign 'em up
Start the wind up, we John Blazin, don up in the line up
[Chorus]
John Blaze
John Blaze
John Blaze
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed

[Verse 5: Fat Joe]
It's simple mathematics, you gotta love us
'Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
Just when you thought I was done, I recruited Pun
Terror Squad Enterprise, undisputed don
I'm from the slums where it's worse, bust with guns 'til it hurts
For fuckin' with my funds on the first
And go to church like a mobster
Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster with my Cuban partners
Lucas with the cartridge, twenty shot
Run up on any block, disrespect any cop
Used to run many spots, now I own shops
Gore-Tex with the lock, five sixty-four bills a pop
I'm hot, who wanna get burned?
I fire one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin' head turn
You best learn to parlay, I've had a hard day
Fuck around with the Don and get John Blazed

[Chorus]
John Blaze
John Bl-Blaze
John Blaze
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
John Blaze
John Blaze
John Blaze
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed

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Fat Joe gathers four of New York’s finest emcees to join him for this classic posse cut off his third album, Don Cartagena. Fat Joe talked about the track during an interview with Complex in 2011:

That was a classic collaboration. It was around the time when everyone was getting together. Nore came after that with [‘Banned From TV’], and his shit was crazy too. I just wanted to get the nicest niggas in the game.

Also, Pun was behind that. Pun was like, ‘We gotta get Nas and me on the same track.’ Like I said, he wanted to get his favorite rappers on a song and go crazy. [Laughs.] So we had Jadakiss, Nas, and you know I always got Rae. We all got together.

To me, Pun had the most legendary verse. ‘Even if I stuttered, I would still sh-sh-shit on you.’ That shit was crazy! Everybody was in the studio. Nas was there. I think Busta Rhymes was there, just hanging out. It was fun.

Producer Ski Beatz talked about how the track came together:

I got a call from my homeboy Reef from Atlantic records and he was A&Ring Joe’s project at the time. He was like, ‘Yo, Ski, I need you. We got this remix to this record called 'John Blaze’ but we not really feeling the remix, but we got all these rappers on it. It’s dope. Bless us with a beat.‘ So I listened to the record and I went to the studio the week after and just made the beat in the studio. And we found a live violinist to play on it and added the scratches. When Joe heard it he was flipping and going crazy.

The vocals was done, so I didn’t get to sit in the studio with all those guys, but I felt like they was there. […] For me [the best verse] was Big Pun’s verse. He could just spit. Every line was a banger. Every line was crazy, it just held my attention.

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Recorded At
Mystic Recording Studios (Staten Island, New York)
Release Date
September 1, 1998
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