Protect Ya Neck Lyrics - Enter The Wu-tang (36 Chambers) - Wu-tang Clan

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

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, tic toc 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 

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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 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 

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 

Photos 

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" 

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* 

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 "suuue" 

watch ya step kid 

Yo, ya 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 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 

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 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 meaning 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