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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
