Protect Ya Neck - Shao Lin Version

*Sounds of fighting*

(RZA) Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off

... the Inspector Deck

(Meth) watch ya step kid (Inspectah Deck)

I smoke on the mic, like smokin' Joe Frazier

The hell raisa', raisin' hell with the flava'

Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan

Swingin' through your town like your neighbourhood Spiderman

So uhh, tic, toc, and keep tickin'

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

The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!

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

The vandal, too hot to handle

Ya battle, ya sayin' Goodbye like Tevin Campbell

Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set

The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal

(Raekwon)

The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile

Rae got it goin' on pal, call me the rap assassinata'

Rhymes rugged, and built like Schwarzenegger

And I'm a-get mad deep like a threat, blow up yeh 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 ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man

Cause I grab the clip and

Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got

Goin' to war with the meltin' pot hot

(Method)

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 fool, 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 "zoo"

Nuff 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 *cough*

(U-God)

Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed

Oww, here comes my Shaolin style

Sloop-B and my b-boy's U

To my crew with the "zoooo"

*Interlude*

Watch ya step kid (Ol Dirty Bastard) c'mon baby baby c'mon (RZA) Yo, ya best protect ya neck

(Ol Dirty Bastard)

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 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

Niggaz be rollin' with a stash

Ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!

(Ghostface Killah)

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 Mordigan, 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 a 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 dim in the light of Pablo Escobar

Point blank as I kick the square biz

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

(RZA)

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, anotha' one dare, G-Gka-Genius

Take us the fuck outta here

(Genius)

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 yeh get when ya misuse what I invent

Your empire falls and ya lose every cent

For tryin' to blow up a scrub

Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb

Should of 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 & tie rap

That's cleaner than a bar of soap

And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight

Matter fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight

*Sounds of fighting*

(RZA) You best protect ya neck

(Meth) watch ya step kid