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RZA As Bobby Digital In Stereo (1998)
Protect
Ya Neck (RZA) Wu-Tang
Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off de
Inspector Deck [Meth]
watch ya step kid (x8) (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 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 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 (Method) It's
the Method Man for short Mr. Meth Movin
on your left, hah! 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 will 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 oh, 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 schooled Oww,
here comes my Shaolin style Sloop-B
and my b-boy's U to
my crew with the "suuue" *interlude* watch
ya step kid (x8) [Ol
Dirty Bastard] c'mon baby baby c'mon (x4) [RZA]
Yo, ya best protect ya neck (Ol'
Dirty Bastard) 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 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! (Ghostface
Killer) 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 (RZA) 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 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, 10 times 10 men committin mad sin Turn
the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin Slayin
boom-bangs like African drums (he'll be) Comin
around the mountain when I come Crazy
flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My
clan increase like black unemployment Yeah,
another one dere, G-Gka-Genius Take
us the fuck outta here (Genius) The
Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels Some
labels ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be
doin artists 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 |
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