Protect Ya Neck (instrumental) (исполнитель: Wu-Tang Clan)
So whassup man? Coolin man Chillin chillin? 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? Ahh yeah, again and again! (*sounds of fighting*) (RZA) Wu-Tang [bad word] at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off de Inspector Deck (Meth) watch ya step kid (8X) (Inspector Deck) I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The [bad word] raiser, raisin [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 (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 assassinator [bad word] 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, [bad word] 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 full, [bad word] me back Small change, they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that [bad word] out the frame And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better But I do, [bad word] 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* (U-God) Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed Oww, [bad word] my Shaolin style Sloop-and my b-boy's U to my crew with the suuue (*interlude*) watch ya step kid (8X) (Ol Dirty [bad word] c'mon baby baby c'mon (4X) (RZA) Yo, ya best protect ya neck (Ol Dirty [bad word] First things first man you're [bad word] with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a [bad word] nurse I'll attack any [bad word] who's slack in his [bad word] fully packed with a [bad word] stack Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty [bad word] straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any [bad word] to my center, you enter, the winter Straight up and down that [bad word] packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty [bad word] 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 [bad word] [bad word] (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 [bad word] with [bad word] 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 [bad word] with pros and there it goes (RZA) Yo chill with the feedback black we don&