Wu-Tang Clan "Protect Yo' Neck" |
So what' up man? Coolin' man Chillin' chillin" Yo know I had to call...You know why right? Why? Cuz...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 The Wu-Tang Again!!!!!!!!!! awW Yeah AGAIN and Again!! I smoke on the mic like smoking Joe Frazier The hell raiser..raising hell with tha flava Terrorizing jam like troops in Pakistan Swinging through your town like your neighbourhood Spider Man So..uhhh...tick tock keep tickin When I get you flipping off the shit I'm kicking The Lone Ranger..Code red...DANGER!!! Deep in the dark wit da art to rip they charts apart The vandal Too hot to handle...Yo battle Your saying goodbye like Tevin Camble Roughneck Inspecta 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..Go smile Rae got it goin on pal Call me tha Rap Asassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Shwarcheneger And I'm gonna get mad deep like a threat Blow up your project then take all your assets Cuz I came to shake your frame and have to put the coats that bomb Shit like now!! So if you wanna try to flip go flip on the next man Cuz I'll grab the clip and...hit you with sixteen shots and all I got Goin to war with the melting pot, HA It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth Move it on your left I set it off, get it off, let it off..like a gat I wanna break fool cop me back Small change they putting shame in a game I take aim and blow tha nigga out tha frame And like DAMM!! my style will live forever Niggaz crossing over like they don't know no better But I do.true..can I get a SUUUEEE Enough respect due to tha 1 6 oooohhh I mean ohhh..yo check out tha flow Like the Hudson on PCP when I'm dustin Niggaz awe.cuz i'm hot like sauce the smoke from tha lyrical blunt make me *cough* BOOM!! Then grab mah nut 'n' OOH. OWW!! Here come mah Shaolin style. 2 beats 'n' tha big wide shoe. 2 my crew wit da SSSUUUUUUUUEE!! Ye, ye, ye, ye. (watch ya step kid 8x) c'mon, baby, baby. c'mon, baby, baby. c'mon, baby, baby. c'mon ooonnnnn!! ye. Ya best protect ya neck. First thangs first, man, ya fukin wit tha worst. I be stickin pins in ya head like a fuckin nurse Ill attack any nigga who's slackin, this mack come packed with the fat bogus stack Shame on you when you stepped through To The old 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 wit dat shit that jam You can't slam, let me get (?) on a man The old dirty bastard is dirty and stinkin (??) rollllin wit da 900th (maybe night hunter?) creeps Where da stash? aint sayin (?) bite my style I'll bite ya muthafuckin ass For cryin out loud my style's wild so fuck you Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin styles from my lethal weapon, my pen, that rocks from here to orient There's more again Catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats, rappers wit guns? You wouldn't bust back I come wit shit all types of shapes and sounds and wherever 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 black as I kick the ('? square somethin maybe) There it is, ya fucked, froze, and there it goes YO chiiiiiiiill wit da feedback black we don't need dat it's ten o clock ho, where the fuck da seed at Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle flowin like Christ when I speech the gospel stroll wit da holy roll, then attack the globe wit da ruckus styles, the ruckus ten top ten, man, committin mad sin turn the other cheek and I'll break ya fuckin chin slangin through bangs like african drums (not sure on the first bit) (he'll be) comin round the mounain when I come crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment my clan, it freeze, like black unemployment yeah, another one down G-gigga-genius take us the fuck outta here The Wu is too slammin for these cult killa labels so they aint 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 ya lose every cent But tryin to blow up a scrub Now that daughter's just as white as a 20 watt lightbulb (daughter?) Shoulda pumped it when I rocked it Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes in some companies Wit majors, they scared, they duck to pump these First of all, whose your A&R? A mountain climber who plays the electric guitar? But he don't even know the meaning of dope When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap, that's cleaner than a bar of soap but I'm the dirtiest thing in sight matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mudfight Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |