Karaoké Protect Ya Neck Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya

Protect ya neck kid

Inspectah set it off

The Inspectah 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 uh

Tick-tock 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 the charts apart

The vandal too hot to handle

You battle

You're sayin' 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 goin' on pal

Call me the rap assassinator

Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger

And Imma get mad deep like a threat

Blow up your project then take all your assets

'Cos 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 'cos I grab the clip and hit ya with sixteen shots

And more I got

Goin' to war with the meltin' pot akh

It's the Method Man for short Mister Meth

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 puttin' shame in the game

I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame

And like Fame my style'll live forever

Niggas 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 O

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 make me uhh

Ooh what, grab my nut

Get screwed

Ow here comes my Shaolin style

True B-A-ba-B-Y-U

To my crew with the

Sue

Yeah yeah yeah

Come on baby baby come on

Baby come on baby baby come on, on

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 step 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

Niggas 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 in 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

'Cos 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 ho

Where the fuck's your seed at

Feelin' mad hostile

Wearin' Aeropostale

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

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 you get when you misuse what I invent

Your empire falls and you lose every cent

For tryna blow up a scrub

Now that thought was just as bright as a twenty 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 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