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lirik lagu protect ya neck (the jump off) – wu-tang clan

i smoke on the mic like smokin’ joe frazier
the h-ll-raiser, raising h-ll with the flavor
terrorize the jam like troops in pakistan
swinging through your town like your neighborhood spiderman
so uhh, tick tock keep ticking
while i get you flipping off the sh-t i’m kicking
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 saying 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 going on pal,
call me the rap -ss-ssinator
rhymes rugged and built like schwarzenegger
and i’mma get mad deep like a threat
blow up your project
then take all your -ssets
cause i came to shake the frame in half
with the thoughts that bomb sh-t like math
so if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man
cause i grab the clip, and
hit you with 16 shots and more, i got
going to war with the melting pot
it’s the method man, for short “mr. meth”
moving on your left
and set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
i wanna break fool, c-ck me back
small change, they putting shame in the game
i take aim and blow that n-gg- out the frame
and like fame, my style will live forever
n-gg-s crossing over, but they don’t know no better
but i do
true, can i get a “suuue”
enough respect due to the one-six-ooh
i mean ohh
yo check out the flow
like the hudson
pcp when i’m dustin’
n-gg-s off
i’m hot like sauce
the smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me eughck
grab my nut, get screwed
oww, here comes my shaolin style
true b-a-ba-b-y-u
to my crew with the “suuue!”
c’mon baby baby c’mon baby baby c’mon baby baby c’mon
yo, you best protect ya neck!
first things first, man,
you’re f-cking with the worst
i’ll be sticking pins in your head like a f-cking nurse
i’ll attack any n-gg- who slack in his mack
come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
shame on you when you stepped through to
the ol’ dirty b-st-rd straight from the brooklyn zu
and i’ll be d-mned if i let any man
come to my center, you enter the winter
straight up and down, that sh-t packed: jam
you can’t slam, don’t let me get fool on him, man
the ol’ dirty b-st-rd is dirty and stinking
ason unique rolling with the night of the creeps
n-gg-s be rolling with a stash
ain’t saying cash
bite my style i’ll bite your motherf-cking -ss!
for crying out loud, my style is wild, so book me
not long is how long that this rhyme took me
ejecting styles from
my lethal weapon
my pen
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 sh-t that’s all types of shapes and sounds
and where i lounge is my stomping grounds
i give a order to my peeps across the water
to go and sn-tch up props all around the border
and get far like a shooting star
cause who i are is livin’ the life of pablo escobar
point-blank as i kick the square biz
there it is, you’re f-cking with pros and there it goes
yo chill with the feedback, black, we don’t need that
it’s 10 o’clock, ho, where the f-ck’s your seed at?
feeling mad hostile, ran the apostle
flowing like christ when i speaks the gospel
stroll with the holy roll
then attack the globe with the buck us style
the ruckus, 10 times 10 men committing mad sin
turn the other cheek and i’ll break your f-cking chin
slaying boom-bangs like african drums
coming around the mountain when i come
crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
my clan increase like black unemployment
yeah, another one down,
g-g-genius
take us the f-ck outta here
the wu is too slammin’ for these cold killin’ labels
some ain’t had hits since i seen aunt mabel
be doing artists in like cain did abel
now they money’s getting 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 trying to blow up a scrub
now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
should’ve pumped it when i rocked it
n-gg-s 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 looking 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
you best protect ya neck!
you best protect ya neck!
you best protect ya neck!
you best protect ya neck!

- wu tang clan

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