Protect Ya Neck (Live from Climate Pledge Arena)

So, since we took them back to "Shaolin"

Let's take 'em a little bit further

Back to our first song we ever put out

We want to invite the entire Wu-Tang Clan back on stage

We wanna hear ya'll sing along to this one right here

This the song that got us on the map (uh-huh), and

The title of this song was true then, and it's true now

You must always protect ya motherfuckin' neck! (Protect it)

(Ay) we gon' need ya to sing this shit (let's go!)

(C'mon) Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya

Protect ya neck, kid

First to set it off (watch your step, kid)

The Inspectah Deck

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

Hellraiser, raisin' hell with the (flavor)

Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan

Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood (Spider-Man)

Yeah, tick tock, keep tickin'

I get you flippin' off the shit that I'm kickin'

The lone ranger, code red (danger)

Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart

The vandal, too hot to handle

Battle, sayin', "Goodbye," like Tevin Campbell

Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set (yeah)

The Rebel, makes 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

And blow up your projects

And then take all your assets

'Cause I came to shake the frame in half

With the thoughts that bomb shit like math

If you wanna try to flip (go), flip on the next man

'Cause I grab the clips (and)

Hit you with 16 shots, all I got

Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh'

It's the Method Man, for short, Mr. Meth (come on!)

(Movin' on your left, uh)

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

I wanna break full (cock me back)

Small change, they put shame in the game

I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame

And like -, my style'll live forever

Niggas crossin' over like they don't know no better

But I do, true, can I get a- (soo!)

'Nough respect due to the 1-6-ooh

I mean, oh, yo, check out the flow

Like the Hudson or PCP (when I'm dustin')

Niggas off 'cause I'm hot like sauce (oh)

The smoke from the lyrical blood make me (ah!)

Ooh, what? Grab me nuts, get screwed and

Ow, here comes the Shaolin style

True, badass (who?), Baby U

To my crew with the (soo!)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Come on, baby, baby, come on

Baby, come on, baby, baby, come on

(One, two) you gotta 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 slack in his mack

Come fully packed with a fat (rugged stack)

Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard

And I'll be damned if I let any man come to my center

You enter the winter

Straight up and down, now shit is 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

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

Bite my style, 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

'Jectin styles from my lethal weapon (c'mon, bro)

My pen that rocks from here to Oregon

Here's more again (uh), catch it like a psycho flashback

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

I come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds

Where I lounge is my stompin' grounds

I give an order to my niggas across the water

To go snatch up props all around the border

And get far like a shootin' star

'Cause who we are is livin' the life (of Pablo Escobar)

Point-blank as we kick the square biz

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

Chill with the feedback, Black, we don't need that

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

Feelin' mad (hostile), wearin' Aéro- (postale)

Flowin' like Christ when I speak (gospel)

I stroll with the holy robe, then attack the globe

With the buckest style, the ruckus

Ten-times-ten, men committin' mad sin (uh, uh, whoo)

You turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin

Wu drop down like the African drums (he'll be)

Comin' around the mountain when I come (yeah)

Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment (yeah)

My clan increase like black unemployment

Yeah, another one dare

Put your W's up in the air

W's in the air, W's in the air

W's in the air, and say, "Oh, yeah!" (Yes!)

You best protect ya fuckin' neck!