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Protect Ya Neck (Shao Lin Version - slowed + reverb)
Wu-Tang Clan
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What's going on? It's loaded!
Wu-Tang Clan coming at ya!
Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid
Check your neck, kid! Watch your step, kid
Inspectah Deck!
I smoke on the mic like Smoking Joe Frazier
The hell raiser, raising hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man
So, uh, tick tock and keep ticking
While I get you flipping off the - that I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart
The vandal, too hot to handle
You battle, you're saying goodbye like Tevin' Campbell
Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal
The way I make the crowd go wild
Sit back, relax, won't smile
Rae got it going on, pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat
Blow up your project, then take all your assets
'Cause I came to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb - like math
So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man
'Cause I grab the clip and
Hit you with 16 shots and more I got
Going to war with the melting pot, ah!
It's the Method Man, but short, Mr. Meth
Move it on your left, ah!
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
I wanna break fool, - me back
Small change, ain't putting shame in the game
I take aim, and blow the - out the frame
And like bang! My style'll live forever
- crossing over like they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "su!"?
Now respect due to the 1-6-Ooh
I mean oh, yo, check out the flow
Like the Hudson on PCP when I'm dusting
- off, because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt make me (cough)
Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed
Ow, here comes my Shaolin' style
True, B-A-b-b-Y-U
To my crew with the... su!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, baby, baby, come on
Baby, come on, baby, baby, come on
Yo, you best to check your neck!
First things first, man, you're - with the worst
I be sticking pens in your head like a - nurse
I'll attack any - who's slacking
This MAC come fully packed with the fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned if I let any man come to my center
You enter the winter, straight up and down that's the - cam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on a man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinking
Ason, unique rolling
With the nine of the creeps, - be rolling
With a stash, ain't saying cash
Bite my style, I'll bite your motherfucking -!
For crying out loud, my style is wild, so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
Ejecting styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
Here's more again, catch you like a psycho flashback
I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I go and shoot all types of shapes and sounds
And wherever I lounge is my stomping grounds
I give an order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the border
And get far like a shooting star
'Cause who I are is living the life of Pablo Escobar
Point blank as I kick the square biz
There it is, you - frozen, here it go
Yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that
It's ten o'clock, ho, where the - the seed at?
Feeling mad hostile, rare and apostle
Flowing like Christ when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe
With the buckers, style the ruckus
Ten times ten men committing mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your - chin
Slang boom-bangs like African drums (lb!)
Coming in around the mountain when I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one dare
Took a genius, take us the - out of here!
The Wu is too slamming for these coke-killing labels
So ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
We doing artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's getting stuck to the gum under the table
That's what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose every cent
But trying to blow up a scrub
Now that thought is just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should have pumped it when I rocked it
- so stingy, they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors that's scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your A&R?
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?
But he don't know the meaning of dope
When he's looking for a suit and tie
Rap that's cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight!
You best to check your neck!
You best to check your neck
You best to check your neck
You best to check your neck
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