Protect Ya Neck

Protect Ya Neck

演唱：Wu Tang Clan

"So what's up man

Cooling man"

"Chilling chilling "

"Yo you know I had to call you know why right "

"Why "

"Because yo I never ever call and ask you to play something right "

"Yeah"

"You know what I wanna hear right "

"What you wanna hear

I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint"

"Wu-Tang again "

"Ah yeah again and again "

Wu-Tang Clan coming at you protect your neck kid so set it off the Inspector Deck

Watch your step kid

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 Spiderman

So uhh tic toc and keep ticking

While I get you flipping off the shit I'm kicking

The Lone Ranger code red danger

Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart

The vandal too hot to handle

You battle you're saying 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 going on pal call me the rap assassinator

Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger

And I'm gonna 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 sixteen shots and more I got

Going to war with the melting pot hot

It's the Method Man for short Mr Meth

Moving 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 putting shame in the game

I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame

And like Fame my style'll live forever

Niggaz crossing over but they don't know no better

But I do true can I get a "sue"

Nuff respect due to the one-six-oh

I mean oh you check out the flow

Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dusting

Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce

The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me

Oh what grab my nut get screwed

Ow here comes my Shaolin style

Sloop B A Buh-B Y U

To my crew with the "sue"

Watch your step kid

C'mon baby baby c'mon

Yo you best protect your neck

First things first man you're fucking with the worst

I'll be sticking pins in your head like a fucking 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 shit packed jam

You can't slam don't let me get fool on him man

The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinking

Ason unique rolling with the night of the creeps

Niggaz be rolling with a stash

Ain't saying cash bite my style I'll bite your motherfucking ass

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 Mordigan catch it like a psycho flashback

I love gats if rap was a gun you wouldn't bust back

I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds

And where I lounge is my stomping grounds

I give a 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 am is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar

Point blank as I kick the square biz

There it is you're fucking with pros and there it goes

You chill with the feedback black we don't need that

It's ten o'clock hoe where the fuck's your seed at

Feeling mad hostile ran the apostle

Flowing 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 committing mad sin

Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fucking chin

Slaying boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)

Coming around the mountain when I come

Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment

My clan increase like black unemployment

Yeah another one dare

Tuh-took a genius (to) take us the fuck outta here

The Wu is too slamming for these Cold Killing labels

Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel

Be doing artists in like Cain did Abel

Now they money's gettin 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

For trying 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

Niggaz 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 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 protect your neck