Protect Ya Neck

Protect Ya Neck - Wu-Tang Clan----(replace by 12327)

I smoke on the mic like smokin' 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 tick tock keep ticking

While I get you flipping off the sh*t 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'm 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 sh*t 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 hot

It's the Method Man for short Mr Meth

Moving on your left

And set it off get it off let it off like a Gat

I wanna break fool cock me back

Small change they putting shame in the game

I take aim and blow that ni**a out the frame

And like Fame my style will live forever

Niggas crossing over but they don't know no better

But I do true can I get a soo

Enough respect due to the one six ooh

I mean ohh 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 eughck

Ooh what grab my nut get screwed

Oww here comes my Shaolin style

True B-A-ba-B-Y-U

To my crew with the soo

Cmon baby baby cmon baby baby cmon baby baby cmon

Yo you best protect ya neck

First things first man you're f**king with the worst

I'll be sticking pins in your head like a f**king nurse

I'll attack any ni**a who 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 Zu

And I'll be damned if I let any man

Come to my center you enter the winter

Straight up and down that sh*t 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

Niggas be rolling with a stash

Ain't saying cash

Bite my style I'll bite your motherf**king a**

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 it like a psycho flashback

I love Gats if rap was a gun

You wouldn't bust back

I come with sh*t 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 are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar

Point blank as I kick the square biz

There it is you're f**king with pros and there it goes

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

It's 10 o'clock ho where the f**k'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 buck us style

The ruckus 10 times 10 men committing mad sin

Turn the other cheek and I'll break your f**king chin

Slaying boom-bangs like African drums

Coming around the mountain when I come

Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment

My clan increase like black unemployment

Yeah another one down G-g-genius

Take us the f**k outta here

The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels

Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel

Be 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

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

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 meaning of d**e

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 ya neck

You best protect ya neck

You best protect ya neck

You best protect ya neck