(+) Protect Ya Neck
Protect Ya Neck
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 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 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,
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 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 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* 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 rollin 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! 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 borderAnd 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 Yo
chill with the feedback black we
don't need that It's ten o'clock
hoe, 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, ten
times ten men committin mad sin Turn
the other cheek and I'll break your
fuckin chin Slayin boom-bangs
like African drums (we'll be) Comin
around the mountain when I come Crazy
flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like black unemploymentYeah,
another one dare, G-Gka-Genius Take
us the fuck outta here The Wu is
too slammin for these Cold Killin
labels