[RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off\nde Inspector Deck\n[Meth] watch ya step kid (8X)\n\n[Inspector Deck]\nI smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier\nThe hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor\nTerrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\nSwingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman\nSo uhh, tic toc and keep tickin\nWhile I get ya flippin off the shit I\'m kickin\nThe Lone Ranger, code red, danger!\nDeep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart\nThe vandal, too hot to handle\nYa battle, you\'re sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell\nRoughneck, Inspector Deck\'s on the set\nThe rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n\n[Raekwon]\nThe way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won\'t smile\nRae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator\nRhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\nAnd I\'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project\nThen take all your assets\nCause I came to shake the frame in half\nWith the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!\nSo if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man\nCause I grab the clip and\nHit ya with sixteen shots and more I got\nGoin to war with the meltin pot hot\n\n[Method]\nIt\'s the Method Man for short Mr. Meth\nMovin on your left, aah!\nAnd set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\nI wanna break full, cock me back\nSmall change, they puttin shame in the game\nI take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\nAnd like Fame!!, my style\'ll live forever\nNiggaz crossin over, but they don\'t know no better\nBut I do, true, can I get a \"sue\"\nNuff respect due to the one-six-ooh\nI mean ohh, yo check out the flow\nlike the Hudson or PCP when I\'m dustin\nNiggaz off because I\'m hot like sauce\nThe smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*\n\n[U-God]\nOoh, what, grab my nut get screwed\nOww, here comes my Shaolin style\nSloop-B and my b-boy\'s U\nto my crew with the \"suuue\"\n\n[*interlude*]\nwatch ya step kid [8X]\n[Ol Dirty Bastard] c\'mon baby baby c\'mon [4X]\n[RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck\n\n[Ol Dirty Bastard]\nFirst things first man you\'re fuckin with the worst\nI\'ll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse\nI\'ll attack any nigga who\'s slack in his mack\nCome fully packed with a fat rugged stack\nShame on you when you stepped through to\nThe Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\nAnd I\'ll be damned if I let any man\nCome to my center, you enter, the winter\nStraight up and down that shit packed jam\nYou can\'t slam, don\'t let me get fool on him man\nThe Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin\nAson, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps\nNiggaz be rollin with a stash\nain\'t sayin cash, bite my style I\'ll bite your motherfuckin ass!\n\n[Ghostface Killah]\nFor cryin out loud my style is wild so book me\nNot long is how long that this rhyme took me\nEjectin, styles from my lethal weapon\nMy pen that rocks from here to Oregon\nHere\'s Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback\nI love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn\'t bust back\nI come with shit that\'s all types of shapes and sounds\nAnd where I lounge is my stompin grounds\nI give a order to my peeps across the water\nTo go and snatch up props all around the border\nAnd get far like a shootin star\nCause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar\nPoint blank as I kick the square biz\nThere it is you\'re fuckin with pros and there it goes\n\n[RZA]\nYo chill with the feedback black we don\'t need that\nIt\'s ten o\'clock hoe, where the fuck\'s your seed at\nFeelin mad hostile, ran the apostle\nFlowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel\nStroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style\nthe ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin\nTurn the other cheek and I\'ll break your fuckin chin\nSlayin boom-bangs like African drums (we\'ll be)\nComin around the mountain when I come\nCrazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\nMy clan increase like black unemployment\nYeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius\nTake us the fuck outta here\n\n[Genius]\nThe Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels\nSome ain\'t had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\nBe doin artists in like Cain did Abel\nNow they money\'s gettin stuck to the gum under the table\nThat\'s what ya get when ya misuse what I invent\nYour empire falls and ya lose every cent\nFor tryin to blow up a scrub\nNow that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\nShould of pumped it when I rocked it\nNiggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\nThis goes on in some companies\nWith majors they\'re scared to death to pump these\nFirst of all, who\'s your AR\nA mountain climber who plays an electric guitar\nBut he don\'t know the meaning of dope\nWhen he\'s lookin for a suit and tie rap\nthat\'s cleaner than a bar of soap\nAnd I\'m the dirtiest thing in sight\nMatter of fact bring out the girls and let\'s have a mud fight\n\n[*sounds of fighting*]\n\n[RZA] You best protect ya neck [4X]
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