Protect Ya Neck
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So what's up, man?
Coolin', man
Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?
Why?
Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?
Yeah
You know what I wanna hear, right?
Whatchu wanna hear?
I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint
Wu-Tang again?
Ah, yeah, again and again
... Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya
Watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid (protect ya neck, kid)
Watch your step, kid (so set it off)
Watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid (de Inspector Deck)
... I smoke on the mic like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier
The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
... So uh, tick-tock and keep tickin'
While I get ya flippin' off the sh- I'm kickin'
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
... The vandal, too hot to handle
Ya battle, you're sayin' "Goodbye" like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspector 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 goin' 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, shit 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
Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh
... It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
Movin' on your left, ah!
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
I wanna break full, cock me back
... Small change, they puttin' shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like Fame, my style'll live forever
Niggas crossin' over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a, "soo!"
'Nough respect due to the one-six-oo
I mean oh, yo check out the flow
... Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'
Niggas off because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, uh
... What? Grab my nut, get screwed
(Ow!) Here comes my Shaolin style
True B-A-ba-B-Y-U
To my crew with the, "Soo!"
... Watch your step, kid (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Watch your step, kid (c'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)
Watch your step, kid (c'mon, baby baby, c'mon)
Watch your step, kid (yo, you best protect ya neck)
... First things first man you're f- with the worst
I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a f- nurse
I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
... Shame on you when you stepped 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 sh- packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'
Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps
... Niggas be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash
Bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass
... For cryin' out loud my style is wild so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
... Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with sh- that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stompin' 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 shootin' star
'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar
... Point-blank as I kick the square biz
There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes
... Yo, chill with the feedback, black we don't need that
It's ten o'clock, hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?
... Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style
The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin
... Turn the other cheek and I'll break your f- chin
Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)
Comin' around the mountain when I come
... Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius
Take us the f- outta here
... The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table
... That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose every cent
For tryin' to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
... Should've pumped it when I rocked it
Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors, they're 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 meanin' of dope
When he's lookin' 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 protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck