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Proteck Ya Neck II The Zoo
Ol' Dirty Bastard Feat. Brooklyn Zu, Prodigal Sunn, Killah Priest & 60 Second Assassin
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See, let a nigga come through with that bullshit
Any time you pop that shit, nigga, I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy
I know
It'll come to what? Say what?
I'ma let all y'all motherfuckers know
Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
You from Queens, nigga
I don't give a fuck where you be, motherfucker
Where you reside, motherfucker
How you live? How you see?
Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout
Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaow
Dirty, can you hear me? Rawness, I'm inflicting
It's that G-type slang that makes this real sickening
Ignite the styles, I got my hand upon the trigger
Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga
Yo, straight out the lava by them hellfires
A known mental killer, born thriller, assassin of terror
A hot bloody fatal mixture of carbon and water
Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order
Start the mission, travel like the speed of wind
Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many men
Serving justice in my vicinity
This is Brooklyn Zu
Za-za-za, za-za-za
Za-za-za, z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-dah-duh-duh-duh
I get down, I get down, I crack your fucking crown
Lay around and watch some real niggas break ground
I can't stop 'cause every bop blowing up the spot
Hit rocks and niggas know
Yo, niggas grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion
Nervous, that's why the Zu brought me in
Now bring 'em forth like the tortures at the courts
Before the case begin, first break me in
His brain and make sure he can't maintain the calmness
You're harmless, watch how I bomb this
Stage light now appears to be the Moon
Now your posse is your fucking platoon
Stale sound just flows through the air
I'm like a ninja once I send you cold stares
Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist with the clearest rhyme
Erupt to deduct your fucking mind
Fuck shit up on the hurry-up
Known for burying ducks through more styles than a monk
Warning you, chump, brain is out for lunch
Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump
Never fall victim to no bitch
Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp
And score more points than Shawn Kemp
Keeping powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut
Ol' Dirty Bastard live and uncut
Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a-
Got more props than the president, my hardcore represent
Blowing niggas back who never had this
'Cause I'm gifted
So you can gift-wrap the shit I'm kicking and send it to your moms for Christmas
And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it
Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant
'Cause niggas' rap styles just down, it's expired
You should've stayed home instead of picking up a microphone
But if you wanna run on up like you tough
I call your bluff and blow you down with my hardcore stuff
I shine like 24-karat, niggas know
Roll and stroll with the party scene
Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean
WZA, WZA, WZA, WZA, Wu-Tang, flip the script and
Test my skill niggas, you're tripping
Drugged up from sniffing, you're the one who's riffing
I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
Yeah, start to flip, slip 'cause you're slipping
While you sleep, I be the God on point with Scottie Pippen
As I jump on stage, flip, rip a show
Strip and rip a ho, way like Bo
Jackson while I'm still taxing, maxing
Relaxing, sitting back, silly attraction
Again and again when I rock the jam
Wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up your hand
Introducing one-man band in town
It's wild, more the style couldn't stand, nigga
When the jump stepped to the center
Of the rhyme inventor, MC tormentor
You get dap-slapped across the MC map
Your ass, that's your ass on a whore shot
Come on through, I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get rudey with the Hong Kong Phoo'
Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer
Moneymaker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style
That I lay down like tile, then I get higher
Here comes the ill-type rougher
Style be untouched, I'm leavin' broken down grammars on the pen
Who? Who? What? What brings it? Tighter than your anus
Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers
Keep it stainless steel, on time it is the windmill
Deadly venom kills at the last of the Sam's Mill
60 Second nucleus, attack on your set
Hit you with the blast (yo, close the door)
Shabazz
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