Protect Ya Neck

So whassup, man?

Coolin', man

Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?

Why?

Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?

Yeah

You know what I wanna hear, right?

Whatchu wanna hear?

I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint

Wu-Tang again?

Ah, yeah, again and again

Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya

Watch your step kid

Watch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)

Watch your step kid (so set it off)

Watch your step kid

Watch your step kid

Watch your step kid (de Inspector Deck)

I smoke on the mic like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier

The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor

Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan

Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman

So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'

While I get ya flippin' off the shit I'm kickin'

The Lone Ranger, code red, danger

Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart

The vandal, too hot to handle

Ya battle, you're sayin' "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 goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator

Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger

And I'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, 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 16 shots and more I got

Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh

It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth

Movin' on your left, aah

And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat

I wanna break full, cock me back

Small change, they puttin' shame in the game

I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame

And like Fame, my style'll live forever

Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better

But I do, true, can I get a "sue"

'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh

I mean ohh, yo check out the flow

Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'

Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce

The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu

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 "suuue"

Watch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)

Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)

Watch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)

First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst

I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' 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 stinkin'

Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps

Niggaz be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash

Bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass

For cryin' out loud my style is wild so book me

Not long is how long that this rhyme took me

Ejectin' 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 shit that's all types of shapes and sounds

And where 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-blank as I kick the square biz

There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes

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

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

Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle

Flowin' 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 committin' mad sin

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

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

Comin' around the mountain when I come

Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment

My clan increase like black unemployment

Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius

Take us the fuck outta here

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

Some ain't 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 you lose every cent

For tryin' 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 meanin' of dope

When he's lookin 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