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Protect Ya Neck Karaoke - Wu-Tang Clan

To nagranie jest coverem Protect Ya Neck rozsławionym przez Wu-Tang Clan
feat. RZA, Method Man, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon, U-God, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Ghostface Killah & GZA

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Z wokalem (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo: variable (around 102 BPM)

Tonacja taka jak orginał: Am

Czas trwania: 05:06 - Podgląd na stronie: 02:37


Data wydania: 1992
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, W języku angielskim
Słowa oryginalne: Clifford Smith, Russell T Jones, Robert F Diggs, Dennis David Coles, Jason Hunter, Corey Woods, Lamont Hawkins, Gary E Grice

Wszystkie dostępne do pobrania pliki to backing tracks, a nie oryginalne utwory.

Tekst Protect Ya Neck

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
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
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
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

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