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Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\nWhy?\nBecause, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\nYeah\nYou know what I wanna hear, right?\nWhatchu wanna hear?\nI wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\nWu-Tang again?\nAh, yeah, again and again\n\nWu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\nWatch your step kid (so set it off)\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid\n\nWatch your step kid (de 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, tick-tock 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\n\nThe vandal, too hot to handle\nYa battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\nRoughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\nThe Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\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\nBlow up your project, then take all your assets\n'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\nWith the thoughts that bomb, shit like math\n\nSo if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n'Cause I grab the clip and hit you with 16 shots and more I got\n\nGoin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\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\"\n'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh\nI mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n\nLike the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\nNiggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n\nThe smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu\nOoh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n\nOww, here comes my Shaolin style\nTrue B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n\nTo my crew with the \"suuue\"\nWatch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nWatch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)\nWatch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)\n\nWatch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)\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\n\nThe Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\nAson Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps\nNiggaz be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash\n\nBite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass\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 more again, 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 an order to my peeps across the water\nTo go and snatch up props all around the border\n\nAnd get far like a shootin' star\n'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar\nPoint-blank as I kick the square biz\n\nThere it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes\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\n\nTake us the fuck outta here\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 you lose every cent\nFor tryin' to blow up a scrub\nNow that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\nShould've 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 A&R?\nA mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?\nBut he don't know the meanin' 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\nYou best protect ya neck\nYou best protect ya neck\nYou best protect ya neck\nYou best protect ya neck","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] So whassup, man?\n[00:00.62] Coolin', man\n[00:01.59] Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\n[00:04.16] Why?\n[00:05.32] Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\n[00:08.16] \n[00:10.53] Yeah\n[00:11.35] You know what I wanna hear, right?\n[00:12.10] Whatchu wanna hear?\n[00:12.91] I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n[00:14.24] Wu-Tang again?\n[00:15.10] Ah, yeah, again and again\n[00:17.60] \n[00:21.54] Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\n[00:23.02] Watch your step kid\n[00:23.97] Watch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n[00:25.11] Watch your step kid (so set it off)\n[00:26.33] Watch your step kid\n[00:27.52] Watch your step kid\n[00:28.33] Watch your step kid (de Inspector Deck)\n[00:29.81] I smoke on the mic like \"Smokin' Joe\" Frazier\n[00:32.34] The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor\n[00:34.88] Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n[00:36.90] Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman\n[00:39.58] So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'\n[00:41.98] While I get ya flippin' off the shit I'm kickin'\n[00:44.15] The Lone Ranger, code red, danger\n[00:46.64] Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart\n[00:49.29] The vandal, too hot to handle\n[00:51.04] Ya battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\n[00:53.51] Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n[00:55.79] The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n[00:58.25] The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile\n[01:01.62] Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator\n[01:05.52] Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\n[01:07.94] And I'ma get mad deep like a threat\n[01:10.08] Blow up your project, then take all your assets\n[01:13.44] 'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\n[01:15.39] With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math\n[01:17.54] So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n[01:20.04] 'Cause I grab the clip and hit you with 16 shots and more I got\n[01:24.19] Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\n[01:26.49] It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n[01:29.05] Movin' on your left, aah\n[01:31.24] And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n[01:33.91] I wanna break full, cock me back\n[01:35.83] Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n[01:38.46] I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n[01:40.55] And like Fame, my style'll live forever\n[01:43.25] Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better\n[01:45.30] But I do, true, can I get a \"sue\"\n[01:47.56] 'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh\n[01:50.00] I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n[01:52.29] Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n[01:54.86] Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n[01:57.08] The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu\n[01:59.47] Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n[02:01.62] Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n[02:04.02] True B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n[02:06.67] To my crew with the \"suuue\"\n[02:09.36] Watch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:11.04] Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)\n[02:13.67] Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)\n[02:16.31] Watch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)\n[02:18.26] First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n[02:20.78] I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n[02:23.16] I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n[02:25.75] Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n[02:27.94] Shame on you when you stepped through to\n[02:30.04] The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n[02:32.50] And I'll be damned if I let any man\n[02:34.69] Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n[02:37.34] Straight up and down that shit packed jam\n[02:39.19] You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n[02:41.73] The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n[02:44.08] Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps\n[02:46.71] Niggaz be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash\n[02:49.36] Bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass\n[02:51.15] For cryin' out loud my style is wild so book me\n[02:53.36] Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n[02:55.82] Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon\n[02:58.05] My pen that rocks from here to Oregon\n[03:00.23] Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback\n[03:02.62] I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n[03:05.24] I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds\n[03:07.90] And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n[03:10.10] I give an order to my peeps across the water\n[03:12.41] To go and snatch up props all around the border\n[03:14.72] And get far like a shootin' star\n[03:16.63] 'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar\n[03:19.59] Point-blank as I kick the square biz\n[03:21.78] There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes\n[03:23.97] Yo, chill with the feedback, black we don't need that\n[03:26.35] It's ten o'clock, hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?\n[03:28.80] Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle\n[03:31.13] Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n[03:33.34] Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style\n[03:37.56] The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin\n[03:40.69] Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin\n[03:43.08] Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n[03:45.20] Comin' around the mountain when I come\n[03:47.69] Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n[03:49.86] My clan increase like black unemployment\n[03:52.24] Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n[03:55.29] Take us the fuck outta here\n[03:56.99] The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels\n[03:59.43] Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n[04:01.70] Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel\n[04:03.76] Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table\n[04:06.39] That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent\n[04:09.17] Your empire falls and you lose every cent\n[04:11.69] For tryin' to blow up a scrub\n[04:13.24] Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n[04:16.00] Should've pumped it when I rocked it\n[04:17.71] Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n[04:20.89] This goes on in some companies\n[04:22.51] With majors, they're scared to death to pump these\n[04:25.23] First of all, who's your A&R?\n[04:27.40] A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?\n[04:29.83] But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n[04:31.76] When he's lookin for a suit-and-tie-rap\n[04:33.50] That's cleaner than a bar of soap\n[04:34.92] And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n[04:36.73] Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight\n[04:39.94] \n[04:46.35] You best protect ya neck\n[04:47.52] You best protect ya neck\n[04:48.66] You best protect ya neck\n[04:49.60] You best protect ya neck\n[04:49.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wu-Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck (Official HD Video)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Wu-Tang Clan Videos\n  duration_ms: 290000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: So whassup, man?\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 620\n- text: 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Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\n  Why?\n  Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\n  Yeah\n  You know what I wanna hear, right?\n  Whatchu wanna hear?\n  I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n  Wu-Tang again?\n  Ah, yeah, again and again\n\n  Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\n  Watch your step kid (so set it off)\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid\n\n  Watch your step kid (de Inspector Deck)\n  I smoke on the mic like \"Smokin' Joe\" Frazier\n  The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman\n  So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'\n  While I get ya flippin' off the shit I'm kickin'\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart\n\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  Ya battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\n  The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n  The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile\n  Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator\n  Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\n  And I'ma get mad deep like a threat\n  Blow up your project, then take all your assets\n  'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\n  With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math\n\n  So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n  'Cause I grab the clip and hit you with 16 shots and more I got\n\n  Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\n  It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n  Movin' on your left, aah\n  And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  I wanna break full, cock me back\n  Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n  I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  And like Fame, my style'll live forever\n  Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better\n  But I do, true, can I get a 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Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\nWhy?\nBecause, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\nYeah\nYou know what I wanna hear, right?\nWhatchu wanna hear?\nI wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\nWu-Tang again?\nAh, yeah, again and again\n\nWu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\nWatch your step kid (so set it off)\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid\n\nWatch your step kid (de 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, tick-tock 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\n\nThe vandal, too hot to handle\nYa battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\nRoughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\nThe Rebel, I 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it\n[04:17.76] Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n[04:20.87] This goes on in some companies\n[04:22.59] With majors, they're scared to death to pump these\n[04:25.29] First of all, who's your A&R?\n[04:27.42] A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?\n[04:29.82] But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n[04:31.79] When he's lookin for a suit-and-tie-rap\n[04:33.58] That's cleaner than a bar of soap\n[04:34.90] And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n[04:36.71] Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight\n[04:39.92] \n[04:46.36] You best protect ya neck\n[04:47.53] You best protect ya neck\n[04:48.66] You best protect ya neck\n[04:49.62] You best protect ya neck\n[04:49.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Protect Ya Neck\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Protect Ya Neck\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: So whassup, man?\n  start_ms: 50\n  end_ms: 620\n- text: Coolin', man\n  start_ms: 620\n  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Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\n  start_ms: 1520\n  end_ms: 4140\n- text: Why?\n  start_ms: 4140\n  end_ms: 5380\n- text: Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\n  start_ms: 5380\n  end_ms: 8220\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 8220\n  end_ms: 10540\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 10540\n  end_ms: 11380\n- text: You know what I wanna hear, right?\n  start_ms: 11380\n  end_ms: 12140\n- text: Whatchu wanna hear?\n  start_ms: 12140\n  end_ms: 12940\n- text: I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n  start_ms: 12940\n  end_ms: 14290\n- text: Wu-Tang again?\n  start_ms: 14290\n  end_ms: 15190\n- text: Ah, yeah, again and again\n  start_ms: 15190\n  end_ms: 17690\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 17690\n  end_ms: 21550\n- text: Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\n  start_ms: 21550\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: Watch your step kid\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 23910\n- text: Watch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n  start_ms: 23910\n  end_ms: 25130\n- text: Watch your step kid (so set 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Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\n  Why?\n  Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\n  Yeah\n  You know what I wanna hear, right?\n  Whatchu wanna hear?\n  I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n  Wu-Tang again?\n  Ah, yeah, again and again\n\n  Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\n  Watch your step kid (so set it off)\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid\n\n  Watch your step kid (de Inspector Deck)\n  I smoke on the mic like \"Smokin' Joe\" Frazier\n  The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman\n  So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'\n  While I get ya flippin' off the shit I'm kickin'\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart\n\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  Ya battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\n  The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n  The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile\n  Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator\n  Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\n  And I'ma get mad deep like a threat\n  Blow up your project, then take all your assets\n  'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\n  With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math\n\n  So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n  'Cause I grab the clip and hit you with 16 shots and more I got\n\n  Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\n  It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n  Movin' on your left, aah\n  And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  I wanna break full, cock me back\n  Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n  I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  And like Fame, my style'll live forever\n  Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better\n  But I do, true, can I get a \"sue\"\n  'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh\n  I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n\n  Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n  Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n\n  The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu\n  Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n\n  Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  True B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n\n  To my crew with the \"suuue\"\n  Watch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)\n\n  Watch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)\n  First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n  I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n  I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  Straight up and down that shit packed jam\n  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n  Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps\n  Niggaz be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash\n\n  Bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass\n  For cryin' out loud my style is wild so book me\n  Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon\n  My pen that rocks from here to Oregon\n  Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds\n  And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n  I give an order to my peeps across the water\n  To go and snatch up props all around the border\n\n  And get far like a shootin' star\n  'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar\n  Point-blank as I kick the square biz\n\n  There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes\n  Yo, chill with the feedback, black we don't need that\n  It's ten o'clock, hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?\n  Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle\n  Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style\n  The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin\n  Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin\n  Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n  Comin' around the mountain when I come\n  Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  My clan increase like black unemployment\n  Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n\n  Take us the fuck outta here\n  The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels\n  Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n  Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel\n  Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table\n  That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent\n  Your empire falls and you lose every cent\n  For tryin' to blow up a scrub\n  Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n  Should've pumped it when I rocked it\n  Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n  This goes on in some companies\n  With majors, they're scared to death to pump these\n  First of all, who's your A&R?\n  A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?\n  But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n  When he's lookin for a suit-and-tie-rap\n  That's cleaner than a bar of soap\n  And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n  Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n"},{"id":31452451,"name":"Protect Ya Neck","trackName":"Protect Ya Neck","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Protect Ya Neck","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So whassup, man?\nCoolin', man\nChillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\nWhy?\nBecause, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\nYeah\nYou know what I wanna hear, right?\nWhatchu wanna hear?\nI wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\nWu-Tang again?\nAh, yeah, again and again\n\nWu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\nWatch your step kid (so set it off)\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid\n\nWatch your step kid (de 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, tick-tock 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\n\nThe vandal, too hot to handle\nYa battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\nRoughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\nThe Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\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\nBlow up your project, then take all your assets\n'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\nWith the thoughts that bomb, shit like math\n\nSo if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n'Cause I grab the clip and hit you with 16 shots and more I got\n\nGoin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\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\"\n'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh\nI mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n\nLike the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\nNiggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n\nThe smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu\nOoh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n\nOww, here comes my Shaolin style\nTrue B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n\nTo my crew with the \"suuue\"\nWatch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nWatch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)\nWatch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)\n\nWatch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)\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\n\nThe Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\nAson Unique rollin' with the night of the 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Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\n  Why?\n  Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\n  Yeah\n  You know what I wanna hear, right?\n  Whatchu wanna hear?\n  I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n  Wu-Tang again?\n  Ah, yeah, again and again\n\n  Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\n  Watch your step kid (so set it off)\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid\n\n  Watch your step kid (de Inspector Deck)\n  I smoke on the mic like \"Smokin' Joe\" Frazier\n  The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman\n  So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'\n  While I get ya flippin' off the shit I'm kickin'\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart\n\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  Ya battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\n  The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n  The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile\n  Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator\n  Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\n  And I'ma get mad deep like a threat\n  Blow up your project, then take all your assets\n  'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\n  With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math\n\n  So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n  'Cause I grab the clip and hit you with 16 shots and more I got\n\n  Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\n  It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n  Movin' on your left, aah\n  And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  I wanna break full, cock me back\n  Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n  I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  And like Fame, my style'll live forever\n  Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better\n  But I do, true, can I get a \"sue\"\n  'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh\n  I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n\n  Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n  Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n\n  The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu\n  Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n\n  Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  True B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n\n  To my crew with the \"suuue\"\n  Watch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)\n\n  Watch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)\n  First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n  I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n  I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  Straight up and down that shit packed jam\n  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n  Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps\n  Niggaz be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash\n\n  Bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass\n  For cryin' out loud my style is wild so book me\n  Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon\n  My pen that rocks from here to Oregon\n  Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds\n  And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n  I give an order to my peeps across the water\n  To go and snatch up props all around the border\n\n  And get far like a shootin' star\n  'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar\n  Point-blank as I kick the square biz\n\n  There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes\n  Yo, chill with the feedback, black we don't 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Should've pumped it when I rocked it\n  Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n  This goes on in some companies\n  With majors, they're scared to death to pump these\n  First of all, who's your A&R?\n  A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?\n  But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n  When he's lookin for a suit-and-tie-rap\n  That's cleaner than a bar of soap\n  And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n  Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n"},{"id":10382015,"name":"Protect Ya Neck","trackName":"Protect Ya Neck","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Protect Ya Neck","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So whassup, man?\nCoolin', man\nChillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\nWhy?\nBecause, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\nYeah\nYou know what I wanna hear, right?\nWhatchu wanna hear?\nI wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\nWu-Tang again?\nAh, yeah, again and again\n\nWu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\nWatch your step kid (so set it off)\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid\n\nWatch your step kid (de 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, tick-tock 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\n\nThe vandal, too hot to handle\nYa battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\nRoughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\nThe Rebel, I 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Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\n  Why?\n  Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\n  Yeah\n  You know what I wanna hear, right?\n  Whatchu wanna hear?\n  I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n  Wu-Tang again?\n  Ah, yeah, again and again\n\n  Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\n  Watch your step kid (so set it off)\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid\n\n  Watch your step kid (de Inspector Deck)\n  I smoke on the mic like \"Smokin' Joe\" Frazier\n  The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman\n  So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'\n  While I get ya flippin' off the shit I'm kickin'\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart\n\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  Ya battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\n  The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n  The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile\n  Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator\n  Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\n  And I'ma get mad deep like a threat\n  Blow up your project, then take all your assets\n  'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\n  With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math\n\n  So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n  'Cause I grab the clip and hit you with 16 shots and more I got\n\n  Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\n  It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n  Movin' on your left, aah\n  And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  I wanna break full, cock me back\n  Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n  I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  And like Fame, my style'll live forever\n  Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better\n  But I do, true, can I get a \"sue\"\n  'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh\n  I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n\n  Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n  Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n\n  The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu\n  Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n\n  Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  True B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n\n  To my crew with the \"suuue\"\n  Watch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)\n\n  Watch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)\n  First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n  I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n  I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  Straight up and down that shit packed jam\n  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n  Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps\n  Niggaz be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash\n\n  Bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass\n  For cryin' out loud my style is wild so book me\n  Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon\n  My pen that rocks from here to Oregon\n  Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds\n  And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n  I give an order to my peeps across the water\n  To go and snatch up props all around the border\n\n  And get far like a shootin' star\n  'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar\n  Point-blank as I kick the square biz\n\n  There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes\n  Yo, chill with the feedback, black we don't need that\n  It's ten o'clock, hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?\n  Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle\n  Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style\n  The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin\n  Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin\n  Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n  Comin' around the mountain when I come\n  Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  My clan increase like black unemployment\n  Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n\n  Take us the fuck outta here\n  The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels\n  Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n  Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel\n  Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table\n  That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent\n  Your empire falls and you lose every cent\n  For tryin' to blow up a scrub\n  Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n  Should've pumped it when I rocked it\n  Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n  This goes on in some companies\n  With majors, they're scared to death to pump these\n  First of all, who's your A&R?\n  A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?\n  But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n  When he's lookin for a suit-and-tie-rap\n  That's cleaner than a bar of soap\n  And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n  Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n"},{"id":13203920,"name":"Protect Ya Neck","trackName":"Protect Ya Neck","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Protect Ya Neck","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So whassup, man?\nCoolin', man\nChillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\nWhy?\nBecause, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\nYeah\nYou know what I wanna hear, right?\nWhatchu wanna hear?\nI wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\nWu-Tang again?\nAh, yeah, again and again\n\nWu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\nWatch your step kid (so set it off)\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid\n\nWatch your step kid (de 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, tick-tock 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\n\nThe vandal, too hot to handle\nYa battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\nRoughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\nThe Rebel, I 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Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\n  Why?\n  Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\n  Yeah\n  You know what I wanna hear, right?\n  Whatchu wanna hear?\n  I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n  Wu-Tang again?\n  Ah, yeah, again and again\n\n  Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\n  Watch your step kid (so set it off)\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid\n\n  Watch your step kid (de Inspector Deck)\n  I smoke on the mic like \"Smokin' Joe\" Frazier\n  The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman\n  So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'\n  While I get ya flippin' off the shit I'm kickin'\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart\n\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  Ya battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\n  The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n  The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile\n  Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator\n  Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\n  And I'ma get mad deep like a threat\n  Blow up your project, then take all your assets\n  'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\n  With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math\n\n  So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n  'Cause I grab the clip and hit you with 16 shots and more I got\n\n  Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\n  It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n  Movin' on your left, aah\n  And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  I wanna break full, cock me back\n  Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n  I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  And like Fame, my style'll live forever\n  Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better\n  But I do, true, can I get a \"sue\"\n  'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh\n  I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n\n  Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n  Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n\n  The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu\n  Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n\n  Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  True B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n\n  To my crew with the \"suuue\"\n  Watch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)\n\n  Watch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)\n  First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n  I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n  I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  Straight up and down that shit packed 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need that\n  It's ten o'clock, hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?\n  Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle\n  Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style\n  The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin\n  Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin\n  Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n  Comin' around the mountain when I come\n  Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  My clan increase like black unemployment\n  Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n\n  Take us the fuck outta here\n  The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels\n  Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n  Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel\n  Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table\n  That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent\n  Your empire falls and you lose every cent\n  For tryin' to blow up a scrub\n  Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n  Should've pumped it when I rocked it\n  Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n  This goes on in some companies\n  With majors, they're scared to death to pump these\n  First of all, who's your A&R?\n  A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?\n  But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n  When he's lookin for a suit-and-tie-rap\n  That's cleaner than a bar of soap\n  And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n  Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n"},{"id":34498842,"name":"Protect Ya Neck","trackName":"Protect Ya Neck","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Clan","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So whassup, man?\nCoolin', man\nChillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\nWhy?\nBecause, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\nYeah\nYou know what I wanna hear, right?\nWhatchu wanna hear?\nI wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\nWu-Tang again?\nAh, yeah, again and again\n\nWu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\nWatch your step kid (so set it off)\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid\n\nWatch your step kid (de 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, tick-tock 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\n\nThe vandal, too hot to handle\nYa battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\nRoughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\nThe Rebel, I 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or PCP when I'm dustin'\nNiggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n\nThe smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu\nOoh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n\nOww, here comes my Shaolin style\nTrue B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n\nTo my crew with the \"suuue\"\nWatch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nWatch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)\nWatch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)\n\nWatch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)\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\n\nThe Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\nAson Unique rollin' with the night of the 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Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\n  Why?\n  Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\n  Yeah\n  You know what I wanna hear, right?\n  Whatchu wanna hear?\n  I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n  Wu-Tang again?\n  Ah, yeah, again and again\n\n  Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\n  Watch your step kid (so set it off)\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid\n\n  Watch your step kid (de Inspector Deck)\n  I smoke on the mic like \"Smokin' Joe\" Frazier\n  The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman\n  So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'\n  While I get ya flippin' off the shit I'm kickin'\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart\n\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  Ya battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\n  The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n  The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile\n  Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator\n  Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\n  And I'ma get mad deep like a threat\n  Blow up your project, then take all your assets\n  'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\n  With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math\n\n  So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n  'Cause I grab the clip and hit you with 16 shots and more I got\n\n  Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\n  It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n  Movin' on your left, aah\n  And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  I wanna break full, cock me back\n  Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n  I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  And like Fame, my style'll live forever\n  Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better\n  But I do, true, can I get a \"sue\"\n  'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh\n  I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n\n  Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n  Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n\n  The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu\n  Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n\n  Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  True B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n\n  To my crew with the \"suuue\"\n  Watch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)\n\n  Watch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)\n  First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n  I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n  I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  Straight up and down that shit packed jam\n  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n  Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps\n  Niggaz be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash\n\n  Bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass\n  For cryin' out loud my style is wild so book me\n  Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon\n  My pen that rocks from here to Oregon\n  Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds\n  And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n  I give an order to my peeps across the water\n  To go and snatch up props all around the border\n\n  And get far like a shootin' star\n  'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar\n  Point-blank as I kick the square biz\n\n  There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes\n  Yo, chill with the feedback, black we don't need that\n  It's ten o'clock, hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?\n  Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle\n  Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style\n  The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin\n  Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin\n  Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n  Comin' around the mountain when I come\n  Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  My clan increase like black unemployment\n  Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n\n  Take us the fuck outta here\n  The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels\n  Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n  Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel\n  Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table\n  That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent\n  Your empire falls and you lose every cent\n  For tryin' to blow up a scrub\n  Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n  Should've pumped it when I rocked it\n  Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n  This goes on in some companies\n  With majors, they're scared to death to pump these\n  First of all, who's your A&R?\n  A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?\n  But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n  When he's lookin for a suit-and-tie-rap\n  That's cleaner than a bar of soap\n  And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n  Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n"},{"id":29522844,"name":"Protect Ya Neck (Instrumental)","trackName":"Protect Ya Neck (Instrumental)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Protect Ya Neck","duration":141.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So whassup, man?\nCoolin', man\nChillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\nWhy?\nBecause, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\nYeah\nYou know what I wanna hear, right?\nWhatchu wanna hear?\nI wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\nWu-Tang again?\nAh, yeah, again and again\n\nWu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\nWatch your step kid (so set it off)\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid\n\nWatch your step kid (de 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, tick-tock 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\n\nThe vandal, too hot to handle\nYa battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\nRoughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\nThe Rebel, I 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shit I'm kickin'\n[00:44.15] The Lone Ranger, code red, danger\n[00:46.64] Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart\n[00:49.29] The vandal, too hot to handle\n[00:51.04] Ya battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\n[00:53.51] Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n[00:55.79] The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n[00:58.25] The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile\n[01:01.62] Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator\n[01:05.52] Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\n[01:07.94] And I'ma get mad deep like a threat\n[01:10.08] Blow up your project, then take all your assets\n[01:13.44] 'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\n[01:15.39] With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math\n[01:17.54] So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n[01:20.04] 'Cause I grab the clip and hit you with 16 shots and more I got\n[01:24.19] Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\n[01:26.49] It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n[01:29.05] Movin' on your left, aah\n[01:31.24] And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n[01:33.91] I wanna break full, cock me back\n[01:35.83] Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n[01:38.46] I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n[01:40.55] And like Fame, my style'll live forever\n[01:43.25] Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better\n[01:45.30] But I do, true, can I get a \"sue\"\n[01:47.56] 'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh\n[01:50.00] I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n[01:52.29] Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n[01:54.86] Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n[01:57.08] The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu\n[01:59.47] Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n[02:01.62] Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n[02:04.02] True B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n[02:06.67] To my crew with the \"suuue\"\n[02:09.36] Watch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:11.04] Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)\n[02:13.67] Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)\n[02:16.31] Watch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)\n[02:18.26] First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n[02:20.78] I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n[02:23.16] I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n[02:25.75] Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n[02:27.94] Shame on you when you stepped through to\n[02:30.04] The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n[02:32.50] And I'll be damned if I let any man\n[02:34.69] Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n[02:37.34] Straight up and down that shit packed jam\n[02:39.19] You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n[02:41.73] The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n[02:44.08] Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps\n[02:46.71] Niggaz be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash\n[02:49.36] Bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass\n[02:51.15] For cryin' out loud my style is wild so book me\n[02:53.36] Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n[02:55.82] Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon\n[02:58.05] My pen that rocks from here to Oregon\n[03:00.23] Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback\n[03:02.62] I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n[03:05.24] I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds\n[03:07.90] And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n[03:10.10] I give an order to my peeps across the water\n[03:12.41] To go and snatch up props all around the border\n[03:14.72] And get far like a shootin' star\n[03:16.63] 'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar\n[03:19.59] Point-blank as I kick the square biz\n[03:21.78] There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes\n[03:23.97] Yo, chill with the feedback, black we don't need that\n[03:26.35] It's ten o'clock, hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?\n[03:28.80] Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle\n[03:31.13] Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n[03:33.34] Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style\n[03:37.56] The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin\n[03:40.69] Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin\n[03:43.08] Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n[03:45.20] Comin' around the mountain when I come\n[03:47.69] Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n[03:49.86] My clan increase like black unemployment\n[03:52.24] Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n[03:55.29] Take us the fuck outta here\n[03:56.99] The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels\n[03:59.43] Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n[04:01.70] Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel\n[04:03.76] Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table\n[04:06.39] That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent\n[04:09.17] Your empire falls and you lose every cent\n[04:11.69] For tryin' to blow up a scrub\n[04:13.24] Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n[04:16.00] Should've pumped it when I rocked it\n[04:17.71] Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n[04:20.89] This goes on in some companies\n[04:22.51] With majors, they're scared to death to pump these\n[04:25.23] First of all, who's your A&R?\n[04:27.40] A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?\n[04:29.83] But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n[04:31.76] When he's lookin for a suit-and-tie-rap\n[04:33.50] That's cleaner than a bar of soap\n[04:34.92] And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n[04:36.73] Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight\n[04:39.94] \n[04:46.35] You best protect ya neck\n[04:47.52] You best protect ya neck\n[04:48.66] You best protect ya neck\n[04:49.60] You best protect ya neck\n[04:49.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Protect Ya Neck (Instrumental)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Protect Ya Neck\n  duration_ms: 141000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: So whassup, man?\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 620\n- text: Coolin', man\n  start_ms: 620\n  end_ms: 1590\n- text: Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\n  start_ms: 1590\n  end_ms: 4160\n- text: Why?\n  start_ms: 4160\n  end_ms: 5320\n- text: Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\n  start_ms: 5320\n  end_ms: 8160\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 8160\n  end_ms: 10530\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 10530\n  end_ms: 11350\n- text: You know what I wanna hear, right?\n  start_ms: 11350\n  end_ms: 12100\n- text: Whatchu wanna hear?\n  start_ms: 12100\n  end_ms: 12910\n- text: I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n  start_ms: 12910\n  end_ms: 14240\n- text: Wu-Tang again?\n  start_ms: 14240\n  end_ms: 15100\n- text: Ah, yeah, again and again\n  start_ms: 15100\n  end_ms: 17600\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 17600\n  end_ms: 21540\n- text: Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\n  start_ms: 21540\n  end_ms: 23020\n- text: Watch your step kid\n  start_ms: 23020\n  end_ms: 23970\n- text: Watch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n  start_ms: 23970\n  end_ms: 25110\n- text: Watch your step kid (so set 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Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\n  Why?\n  Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\n  Yeah\n  You know what I wanna hear, right?\n  Whatchu wanna hear?\n  I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n  Wu-Tang again?\n  Ah, yeah, again and again\n\n  Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\n  Watch your step kid (so set it off)\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid\n\n  Watch your step kid (de Inspector Deck)\n  I smoke on the mic like \"Smokin' Joe\" Frazier\n  The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman\n  So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'\n  While I get ya flippin' off the shit I'm kickin'\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart\n\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  Ya battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\n  The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n  The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile\n  Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator\n  Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\n  And I'ma get mad deep like a threat\n  Blow up your project, then take all your assets\n  'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\n  With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math\n\n  So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n  'Cause I grab the clip and hit you with 16 shots and more I got\n\n  Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\n  It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n  Movin' on your left, aah\n  And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  I wanna break full, cock me back\n  Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n  I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  And like Fame, my style'll live forever\n  Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better\n  But I do, true, can I get a \"sue\"\n  'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh\n  I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n\n  Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n  Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n\n  The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu\n  Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n\n  Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  True B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n\n  To my crew with the \"suuue\"\n  Watch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)\n\n  Watch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)\n  First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n  I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n  I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  Straight up and down that shit packed jam\n  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n  Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps\n  Niggaz be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash\n\n  Bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass\n  For cryin' out loud my style is wild so book me\n  Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon\n  My pen that rocks from here to Oregon\n  Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds\n  And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n  I give an order to my peeps across the water\n  To go and snatch up props all around the border\n\n  And get far like a shootin' star\n  'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar\n  Point-blank as I kick the square biz\n\n  There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes\n  Yo, chill with the feedback, black we don't 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Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\nWhy?\nBecause, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\nYeah\nYou know what I wanna hear, right?\nWhatchu wanna hear?\nI wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\nWu-Tang again?\nAh, yeah, again and again\n\nWu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\nWatch your step kid (so set it off)\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid\n\nWatch your step kid (de 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, tick-tock 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\n\nThe vandal, too hot to handle\nYa battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\nRoughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\nThe Rebel, I 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Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\n  Why?\n  Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\n  Yeah\n  You know what I wanna hear, right?\n  Whatchu wanna hear?\n  I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n  Wu-Tang again?\n  Ah, yeah, again and again\n\n  Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\n  Watch your step kid (so set it off)\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid\n\n  Watch your step kid (de Inspector Deck)\n  I smoke on the mic like \"Smokin' Joe\" Frazier\n  The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman\n  So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'\n  While I get ya flippin' off the shit I'm kickin'\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart\n\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  Ya battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\n  The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n  The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile\n  Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator\n  Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\n  And I'ma get mad deep like a threat\n  Blow up your project, then take all your assets\n  'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\n  With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math\n\n  So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n  'Cause I grab the clip and hit you with 16 shots and more I got\n\n  Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\n  It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n  Movin' on your left, aah\n  And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  I wanna break full, cock me back\n  Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n  I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  And like Fame, my style'll live forever\n  Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better\n  But I do, true, can I get a \"sue\"\n  'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh\n  I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n\n  Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n  Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n\n  The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu\n  Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n\n  Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  True B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n\n  To my crew with the \"suuue\"\n  Watch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)\n\n  Watch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)\n  First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n  I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n  I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  Straight up and down that shit packed jam\n  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n  Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps\n  Niggaz be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash\n\n  Bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass\n  For cryin' out loud my style is wild so book me\n  Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon\n  My pen that rocks from here to Oregon\n  Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds\n  And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n  I give an order to my peeps across the water\n  To go and snatch up props all around the border\n\n  And get far like a shootin' star\n  'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar\n  Point-blank as I kick the square biz\n\n  There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes\n  Yo, chill with the feedback, black we don't need that\n  It's ten o'clock, hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?\n  Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle\n  Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style\n  The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin\n  Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin\n  Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n  Comin' around the mountain when I come\n  Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  My clan increase like black unemployment\n  Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n\n  Take us the fuck outta here\n  The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels\n  Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n  Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel\n  Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table\n  That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent\n  Your empire falls and you lose every cent\n  For tryin' to blow up a scrub\n  Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n  Should've pumped it when I rocked it\n  Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n  This goes on in some companies\n  With majors, they're scared to death to pump these\n  First of all, who's your A&R?\n  A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?\n  But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n  When he's lookin for a suit-and-tie-rap\n  That's cleaner than a bar of soap\n  And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n  Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n"},{"id":4059592,"name":"10 - Wu Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck","trackName":"10 - Wu Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)","duration":291.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So whassup, man?\nCoolin', man\nChillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\nWhy?\nBecause, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\nYeah\nYou know what I wanna hear, right?\nWhatchu wanna hear?\nI wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\nWu-Tang again?\nAh, yeah, again and again\n\nWu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\nWatch your step kid (so set it off)\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid\n\nWatch your step kid (de 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, tick-tock 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\n\nThe vandal, too hot to handle\nYa battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\nRoughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\nThe Rebel, I 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or PCP when I'm dustin'\nNiggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n\nThe smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu\nOoh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n\nOww, here comes my Shaolin style\nTrue B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n\nTo my crew with the \"suuue\"\nWatch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nWatch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)\nWatch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)\n\nWatch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)\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\n\nThe Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\nAson Unique rollin' with the night of the 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Meth\n[01:29.09] Movin' on your left, aah\n[01:31.23] And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n[01:33.98] I wanna break full, cock me back\n[01:35.81] Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n[01:38.46] I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n[01:40.55] And like Fame, my style'll live forever\n[01:43.26] Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better\n[01:45.32] But I do, true, can I get a \"sue\"\n[01:47.55] 'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh\n[01:50.03] I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n[01:52.22] Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n[01:54.84] Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n[01:57.00] The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu\n[01:59.40] Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n[02:01.61] Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n[02:04.02] True B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n[02:06.63] To my crew with the \"suuue\"\n[02:09.39] Watch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:11.08] Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)\n[02:13.68] Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)\n[02:16.35] Watch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)\n[02:18.20] First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n[02:20.73] I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n[02:23.14] I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n[02:25.76] Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n[02:28.00] Shame on you when you stepped through to\n[02:30.08] The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n[02:32.50] And I'll be damned if I let any man\n[02:34.70] Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n[02:37.36] Straight up and down that shit packed jam\n[02:39.14] You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n[02:41.79] The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n[02:44.09] Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps\n[02:46.73] Niggaz be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash\n[02:49.30] Bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass\n[02:51.16] For cryin' out loud my style is wild so book me\n[02:53.39] Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n[02:55.87] Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon\n[02:58.09] My pen that rocks from here to Oregon\n[03:00.24] Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback\n[03:02.60] I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n[03:05.21] I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds\n[03:07.99] And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n[03:10.11] I give an order to my peeps across the water\n[03:12.42] To go and snatch up props all around the border\n[03:14.70] And get far like a shootin' star\n[03:16.63] 'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar\n[03:19.55] Point-blank as I kick the square biz\n[03:21.70] There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes\n[03:23.92] Yo, chill with the feedback, black we don't need that\n[03:26.32] It's ten o'clock, hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?\n[03:28.85] Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle\n[03:31.12] Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n[03:33.36] Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style\n[03:37.50] The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin\n[03:40.69] Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin\n[03:43.05] Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n[03:45.28] Comin' around the mountain when I come\n[03:47.69] Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n[03:49.85] My clan increase like black unemployment\n[03:52.24] Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n[03:55.24] Take us the fuck outta here\n[03:56.94] The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels\n[03:59.44] Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n[04:01.78] Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel\n[04:03.74] Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table\n[04:06.31] That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent\n[04:09.17] Your empire falls and you lose every cent\n[04:11.62] For tryin' to blow up a scrub\n[04:13.22] Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n[04:16.04] Should've pumped it when I rocked it\n[04:17.76] Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n[04:20.87] This goes on in some companies\n[04:22.59] With majors, they're scared to death to pump these\n[04:25.29] First of all, who's your A&R?\n[04:27.42] A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?\n[04:29.82] But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n[04:31.79] When he's lookin for a suit-and-tie-rap\n[04:33.58] That's cleaner than a bar of soap\n[04:34.90] And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n[04:36.71] Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight\n[04:39.92] \n[04:46.36] You best protect ya neck\n[04:47.53] You best protect ya neck\n[04:48.66] You best protect ya neck\n[04:49.62] You best protect ya neck\n[04:49.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 10 - Wu Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)\n  duration_ms: 291000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: So whassup, man?\n  start_ms: 50\n  end_ms: 620\n- text: Coolin', man\n  start_ms: 620\n  end_ms: 1520\n- text: Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\n  start_ms: 1520\n  end_ms: 4140\n- text: Why?\n  start_ms: 4140\n  end_ms: 5380\n- text: Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\n  start_ms: 5380\n  end_ms: 8220\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 8220\n  end_ms: 10540\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 10540\n  end_ms: 11380\n- text: You know what I wanna hear, right?\n  start_ms: 11380\n  end_ms: 12140\n- text: Whatchu wanna hear?\n  start_ms: 12140\n  end_ms: 12940\n- text: I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n  start_ms: 12940\n  end_ms: 14290\n- text: Wu-Tang again?\n  start_ms: 14290\n  end_ms: 15190\n- text: Ah, yeah, again and again\n  start_ms: 15190\n  end_ms: 17690\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 17690\n  end_ms: 21550\n- text: Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\n  start_ms: 21550\n  end_ms: 23040\n- text: Watch your step kid\n  start_ms: 23040\n  end_ms: 23910\n- text: Watch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n  start_ms: 23910\n  end_ms: 25130\n- text: Watch your step kid (so set 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288660\n  end_ms: 289620\n- text: You best protect ya neck\n  start_ms: 289620\n  end_ms: 289970\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 289970\nplain: |-\n  So whassup, man?\n  Coolin', man\n  Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\n  Why?\n  Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\n  Yeah\n  You know what I wanna hear, right?\n  Whatchu wanna hear?\n  I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n  Wu-Tang again?\n  Ah, yeah, again and again\n\n  Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\n  Watch your step kid (so set it off)\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid\n\n  Watch your step kid (de Inspector Deck)\n  I smoke on the mic like \"Smokin' Joe\" Frazier\n  The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman\n  So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'\n  While I get ya flippin' off the shit I'm kickin'\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart\n\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  Ya battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\n  The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n  The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile\n  Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator\n  Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\n  And I'ma get mad deep like a threat\n  Blow up your project, then take all your assets\n  'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\n  With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math\n\n  So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n  'Cause I grab the clip and hit you with 16 shots and more I got\n\n  Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\n  It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n  Movin' on your left, aah\n  And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  I wanna break full, cock me back\n  Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n  I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  And like Fame, my style'll live forever\n  Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better\n  But I do, true, can I get a \"sue\"\n  'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh\n  I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n\n  Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n  Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n\n  The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu\n  Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n\n  Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  True B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n\n  To my crew with the \"suuue\"\n  Watch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)\n\n  Watch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)\n  First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n  I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n  I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  Straight up and down that shit packed jam\n  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n  Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps\n  Niggaz be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash\n\n  Bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass\n  For cryin' out loud my style is wild so book me\n  Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon\n  My pen that rocks from here to Oregon\n  Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds\n  And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n  I give an order to my peeps across the water\n  To go and snatch up props all around the border\n\n  And get far like a shootin' star\n  'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar\n  Point-blank as I kick the square biz\n\n  There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes\n  Yo, chill with the feedback, black we don't need that\n  It's ten o'clock, hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?\n  Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle\n  Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style\n  The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin\n  Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin\n  Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n  Comin' around the mountain when I come\n  Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  My clan increase like black unemployment\n  Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n\n  Take us the fuck outta here\n  The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels\n  Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n  Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel\n  Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table\n  That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent\n  Your empire falls and you lose every cent\n  For tryin' to blow up a scrub\n  Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n  Should've pumped it when I rocked it\n  Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n  This goes on in some companies\n  With majors, they're scared to death to pump these\n  First of all, who's your A&R?\n  A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?\n  But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n  When he's lookin for a suit-and-tie-rap\n  That's cleaner than a bar of soap\n  And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n  Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n"},{"id":2956327,"name":"Protect Ya Neck - Bloody Version","trackName":"Protect Ya Neck - Bloody Version","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Protect Ya Neck","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*Sounds of fighting*\nWu-Tang Clan coming at ya\n(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)\nProtect ya neck, kid!\n(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)\nTo set it off\n(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)\nThe Inspectah Deck!\n\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 Spider-Man\nSo uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'\nWhile I get ya flippin' off the shit that I'm kickin'\nThe Lone Ranger, code red, danger\nDeep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart\nThe vandal, too hot to handle\nYou battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\nRoughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set\nThe Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n\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\nBlow up your project, then take all your assets\n'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\nWith the thoughts that bomb shit like math\nSo if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n'Cause I grab the clip and hit ya with 16 shots and more, I got\nGoin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\n\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\nNiggas crossin' over, but they don't know no better\nBut I do, true, can I get a \"suue\"\nEnough respect due to the one-six-ooh\nI mean O, yo check out the flow\nLike the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\nNiggas off, because I'm hot like sauce\nThe smoke from the lyrical blunt make me *cough*\n\nOoh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\nOww, here comes my Shaolin style\nTrue B-A-ba-B-Y-U\nTo my crew with the \"suuuuue\"\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah (Watch your step, kid)\n(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)\nC'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby (Protect ya neck)\n(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)\nC'mon, baby baby, c'mon\n(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)\nYo, you best protect ya neck\n\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 step 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 is 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\nNiggas be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash\nBite my style, I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass\n\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 more again, catch it like a psycho flashback\nI love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\nI come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds\nAnd where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\nI give an order to my peeps across the water\nTo go and snatch up props all around the border\nAnd get far like a shootin' star\n'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar\nPoint-blank as I kick the square biz\nThere it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes\n\nYo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that\nIt's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your seed at?\nFeelin' mad hostile, wearing Aeropostale\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\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 you get when you misuse what I invent\nYour empire falls and you lose every cent\nFor tryna blow up a scrub\nNow that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\nShould've pumped it when I rocked it\nNiggas 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 A&R?\nA mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?\nBut he don't know the meanin' 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*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Protect Ya Neck - Bloody Version\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Protect Ya Neck\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *Sounds of fighting*\n  Wu-Tang Clan coming at ya\n  (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)\n  Protect ya neck, kid!\n  (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)\n  To set it off\n  (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)\n  The Inspectah Deck!\n\n  I smoke on the mic like \"Smokin' Joe\" Frazier\n  The hell-raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man\n  So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'\n  While I get ya flippin' off the shit that I'm kickin'\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  You battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set\n  The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n\n  The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile\n  Rae got it goin' on, pal, call me the rap assassinator\n  Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\n  And I'ma get mad deep like a threat\n  Blow up your project, then take all your assets\n  'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\n  With the thoughts that bomb shit like math\n  So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n  'Cause I grab the clip and hit ya with 16 shots and more, I got\n  Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\n\n  It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n  Movin' on your left, aah!\n  And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  I wanna break full, cock me back\n  Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n  I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  And like Fame my style'll live forever\n  Niggas crossin' over, but they don't know no better\n  But I do, true, can I get a \"suue\"\n  Enough respect due to the one-six-ooh\n  I mean O, yo check out the flow\n  Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n  Niggas off, because I'm hot like sauce\n  The smoke from the lyrical blunt make me *cough*\n\n  Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n  Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  True B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n  To my crew with the \"suuuuue\"\n\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah (Watch your step, kid)\n  (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)\n  C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby (Protect ya neck)\n  (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)\n  C'mon, baby baby, c'mon\n  (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)\n  Yo, you best protect ya neck\n\n  First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst\n  I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n  I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  Shame on you when you step through to\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter the winter\n  Straight up and down, that shit is packed jam\n  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him, man\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n  Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps\n  Niggas be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash\n  Bite my style, I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass\n\n  For cryin' out loud, my style is wild, so book me\n  Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon\n  My pen that rocks from here to Oregon\n  Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  I come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds\n  And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n  I give an order to my peeps across the water\n  To go and snatch up props all around the border\n  And get far like a shootin' star\n  'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar\n  Point-blank as I kick the square biz\n  There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes\n\n  Yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that\n  It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your seed at?\n  Feelin' mad hostile, wearing Aeropostale\n  Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style\n  The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin\n  Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin\n  Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums, we'll be\n  Comin' around the mountain when I come\n  Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  My clan increase like black unemployment\n  Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n  Take us the fuck outta here\n\n  The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels\n  Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n  Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel\n  Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table\n  That's what you get when you misuse what I invent\n  Your empire falls and you lose every cent\n  For tryna blow up a scrub\n  Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n  Should've pumped it when I rocked it\n  Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n  This goes on in some companies\n  With majors, they're scared to death to pump these\n  First of all, who's your A&R?\n  A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?\n  But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n  When he's lookin' for a suit-and-tie rap\n  That's cleaner than a bar of soap\n  And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n  Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight\n\n  *Sounds of fighting*\n"},{"id":6758913,"name":"Protect Ya Neck (Radio Edit)","trackName":"Protect Ya Neck (Radio Edit)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Protect Ya Neck","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"So whassup man?\nCoolin man\"\n\"Chillin chillin?\"\n\"Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?\"\n\"Why?\"\n\"Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?\"\n\"Yeah\"\n\"You know what I wanna hear right?\"\n\"Whatchu wanna hear?\nI wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\"\n\"Wu-Tang again?\"\n\"Ahh yeah, again and again!\"\n\n[*sounds of fighting*]\n\n[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 A&R\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]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Protect Ya Neck (Radio Edit)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Protect Ya Neck\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"So whassup man?\n  Coolin man\"\n  \"Chillin chillin?\"\n  \"Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?\"\n  \"Why?\"\n  \"Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?\"\n  \"Yeah\"\n  \"You know what I wanna hear right?\"\n  \"Whatchu wanna hear?\n  I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\"\n  \"Wu-Tang again?\"\n  \"Ahh yeah, again and again!\"\n\n  [*sounds of fighting*]\n\n  [RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off\n  De Inspector Deck\n  [Meth] watch ya step kid (8X)\n\n  [Inspector Deck]\n  I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier\n  The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman\n  So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin\n  While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n  The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile\n  Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator\n  Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\n  And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project\n  Then take all your assets\n  Cause I came to shake the frame in half\n  With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!\n  So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man\n  Cause I grab the clip and\n  Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got\n  Goin to war with the meltin pot hot\n\n  [Method]\n  It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth\n  Movin on your left, aah!\n  And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  I wanna break full, cock me back\n  Small change, they puttin shame in the game\n  I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  And like Fame!, my style'll live forever\n  Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better\n  But I do, true, can I get a \"sue\"\n  Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh\n  I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n  Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin\n  Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n  The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*\n\n  [U-God]\n  Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed\n  Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  Sloop-B and my b-boy's U\n  To my crew with the \"suuue\"\n\n  [*interlude*]\n  Watch 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]\n  First things first man you're fuckin with the worst\n  I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse\n  I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  Straight up and down that shit packed jam\n  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n  The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin\n  Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps\n  Niggaz be rollin with a stash\n  Ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me\n  Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon\n  My pen that rocks from here to Oregon\n  Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds\n  And where I lounge is my stompin grounds\n  I give a order to my peeps across the water\n  To go and snatch up props all around the border\n  And get far like a shootin star\n  Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar\n  Point blank as I kick the square biz\n  There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes\n\n  [RZA]\n  Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that\n  It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at\n  Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle\n  Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style\n  The ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin\n  Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin\n  Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n  Comin around the mountain when I come\n  Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  My clan increase like black unemployment\n  Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n  Take us the fuck outta here\n\n  [Genius]\n  The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin 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Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh\n[01:36.77] I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n[01:38.80] like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n[01:41.06] Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n[01:43.65] The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*\n[01:45.66] (U-God)\n[01:46.27] Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed\n[01:48.27] Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n[01:50.45] Sloop-B and my b-boy's U\n[01:52.97] to my crew with the \"zoooo\"\n[01:55.87] *interlude*\n[01:56.99] watch ya step kid\n[02:06.53] (Ol Dirty Bastard) c'mon baby baby c'mon\n[02:10.24] (RZA) Yo, ya best protect ya neck\n[02:10.68] (Ol Dirty Bastard)\n[02:11.06] First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n[02:11.62] I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n[02:12.37] I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n[02:13.53] Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n[02:14.56] Shame on you when you stepped through to\n[02:16.50] The Ol Dirty Bastard, straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n[02:19.27] And 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 Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin' right?\n  Yeah\n  You know what I wanna hear right?\n  Whatchu wanna hear?\n  I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n  Wu-Tang again?\n  Ahh yeah, again and again!\n\n  *sounds of fighting*\n\n  (RZA) Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off\n  ... the Inspector Deck\n  (Meth) watch ya step kid\n\n  (Inspectah Deck)\n  I smoke on the mic, like smokin' Joe Frazier\n  The hell raisa', raisin' hell with the flava'\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin' through your town like your neighbourhood Spiderman\n  So uhh, tic, toc, and keep tickin'\n  While I get ya flippin' off the shit that I'm kickin'\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip their charts apart\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  Ya battle, ya sayin' Goodbye like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set\n  The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n\n  (Raekwon)\n  The way I 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the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n  Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n  The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*\n\n  (U-God)\n  Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed\n  Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  Sloop-B and my b-boy's U\n  to my crew with the \"zoooo\"\n\n  *interlude*\n  watch ya step kid\n  (Ol Dirty Bastard) c'mon baby baby c'mon\n  (RZA) Yo, ya best protect ya neck\n\n  (Ol Dirty Bastard)\n  First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n  I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n  I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  The Ol Dirty Bastard, straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  Straight up and down that shit is packed jam\n  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n  The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n  Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps,\n  Niggaz be rollin' with a stash\n  ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  For cryin' out loud my style is wild, so book me\n  Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  Ejectin', styles from my lethal weapon\n  My pen that rocks from here, to Oregon\n  Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds,\n  And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n  I give a order to my peeps across the water\n  To go and snatch up props all around the border\n  And get far like a shootin' star\n  Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar\n  Point blank as I kick the square biz\n  There it is you're fuckin' with pros and there it goes\n\n  (RZA)\n  Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that\n  It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?\n  Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle\n  Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe, with the buckus style\n  the ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin\n  Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin\n  Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n  Comin' around the mountain when I come\n  Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  My clan increase like black unemployment\n  Yeah, anotha' one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n  Take us the fuck outta here\n\n  (Genius)\n  The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin labels\n  Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n  Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel,\n  Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table\n  That's what yeh get when ya misuse what I invent\n  Your empire falls and ya lose every cent\n  For tryin' to blow up a scrub\n  Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n  Should of pumped it when I rocked it\n  Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n  This goes on in some companies\n  With majors they're scared to death to pump these\n  First of all, who's your A&R?\n  A mountain climber, who plays an electric guitar?\n  But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n  When he's lookin' for a suit & tie rap\n  that's cleaner than a bar of soap\n  And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n  Matter 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.\n  (Meth) watch ya step kid.\n\n  Repeat till fadeout\n"},{"id":16723067,"name":"Protect Ya Neck (Radio Edit)","trackName":"Protect Ya Neck (Radio Edit)","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Protect Ya Neck","duration":280.4933376,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"So whassup man?\nCoolin man\"\n\"Chillin chillin?\"\n\"Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?\"\n\"Why?\"\n\"Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?\"\n\"Yeah\"\n\"You know what I wanna hear right?\"\n\"Whatchu wanna hear?\nI wanna 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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 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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 A&R\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 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And get far like a shootin star\n  Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar\n  Point blank as I kick the square biz\n  There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes\n\n  [RZA]\n  Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that\n  It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at\n  Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle\n  Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style\n  the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin\n  Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin\n  Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n  Comin around the mountain when I come\n  Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  My clan increase like black unemployment\n  Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n  Take us the fuck outta here\n\n  [Genius]\n  The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels\n  Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n  Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel\n  Now they money's 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play somethin' right?\n  Yeah\n  You know what I wanna hear right?\n  Whatchu wanna hear?\n  I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n  Wu-Tang again?\n  Ahh yeah, again and again!\n\n  *sounds of fighting*\n\n  (RZA) Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off\n  ... the Inspector Deck\n  (Meth) watch ya step kid\n\n  (Inspectah Deck)\n  I smoke on the mic, like smokin' Joe Frazier\n  The hell raisa', raisin' hell with the flava'\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin' through your town like your neighbourhood Spiderman\n  So uhh, tic, toc, and keep tickin'\n  While I get ya flippin' off the shit that I'm kickin'\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip their charts apart\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  Ya battle, ya sayin' Goodbye like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set\n  The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n\n  (Raekwon)\n  The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile\n  Rae got it goin' on pal, call me the rap assassinata'\n  Rhymes rugged, and built like Schwarzenegger\n  And I'm a-get mad deep like a threat, blow up yeh project\n  Then take all your assets\n  'cause I came to shake the frame in half\n  With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!\n  So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man\n  Cause I grab the clip and\n  Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got\n  Goin' to war with the meltin' pot hot\n\n  (Method)\n  It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth\n  Movin' on your left, aah!\n  And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  I wanna break fool, cock me back\n  Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n  I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever\n  Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better\n  But I do, true, can I get a \"zoo\"\n  Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh\n  I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n  like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n  Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n  The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*\n\n  (U-God)\n  Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed\n  Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  Sloop-B and my b-boy's U\n  to my crew with the \"zoooo\"\n\n  *interlude*\n  watch ya step kid\n  (Ol Dirty Bastard) c'mon baby baby c'mon\n  (RZA) Yo, ya best protect ya neck\n\n  (Ol Dirty Bastard)\n  First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n  I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n  I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  The Ol Dirty Bastard, straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  Straight up and down that shit is packed jam\n  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n  The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n  Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps,\n  Niggaz be rollin' with a stash\n  ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  For cryin' out loud my style is wild, so book me\n  Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  Ejectin', styles from my lethal weapon\n  My pen that rocks from here, to Oregon\n  Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds,\n  And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n  I give a order to my peeps across the water\n  To go and snatch up props all around the border\n  And get far like a shootin' star\n  Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar\n  Point blank as I kick the square biz\n  There it is you're fuckin' with pros and there it goes\n\n  (RZA)\n  Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that\n  It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?\n  Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle\n  Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe, with the buckus style\n  the ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin\n  Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin\n  Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n  Comin' around the mountain when I come\n  Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  My clan increase like black unemployment\n  Yeah, anotha' one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n  Take us the fuck outta here\n\n  (Genius)\n  The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin labels\n  Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n  Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel,\n  Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table\n  That's what yeh get when ya misuse what I invent\n  Your empire falls and ya lose every cent\n  For tryin' to blow up a scrub\n  Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n  Should of pumped it when I rocked it\n  Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n  This goes on in some companies\n  With majors they're scared to death to pump these\n  First of all, who's your A&R?\n  A mountain climber, who plays an electric guitar?\n  But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n  When he's lookin' for a suit & tie rap\n  that's cleaner than a bar of soap\n  And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n  Matter 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.\n  (Meth) watch ya step kid.\n\n  Repeat till fadeout\n"},{"id":9896218,"name":"Protect Ya Neck (Bloody version)","trackName":"Protect Ya Neck (Bloody version)","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Protect Ya Neck","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So whassup man?\nCoolin' man\nChillin' chillin'?\nYo you know I had to call, you know why right?\nWhy?\nBecause, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin' right?\nYeah\nYou know what I wanna hear right?\nWhatchu wanna hear?\nI wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\nWu-Tang again?\nAhh yeah, again and again!\n\n*sounds of fighting*\n\n(RZA) Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off\n... the Inspector Deck\n(Meth) watch ya step kid\n\n(Inspectah Deck)\nI smoke on the mic, like smokin' Joe Frazier\nThe hell raisa', raisin' hell with the flava'\nTerrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\nSwingin' through your town like your neighbourhood Spiderman\nSo uhh, tic, toc, and keep tickin'\nWhile I get ya flippin' off the shit that I'm kickin'\nThe Lone Ranger, code red, danger!\nDeep in the dark with the art to rip their charts apart\nThe vandal, too hot to handle\nYa battle, ya sayin' Goodbye like Tevin Campbell\nRoughneck, Inspectah 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 assassinata'\nRhymes rugged, and built like Schwarzenegger\nAnd I'm a-get mad deep like a threat, blow up yeh project\nThen take all your assets\n'cause 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 fool, 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 \"zoo\"\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 \"zoooo\"\n\n*interlude*\nwatch ya step kid\n(Ol 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Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  The Ol Dirty Bastard, straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  Straight up and down that shit is packed jam\n  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n  The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n  Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps,\n  Niggaz be rollin' with a stash\n  ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  For cryin' out loud my style is wild, so book me\n  Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  Ejectin', styles from my lethal weapon\n  My pen that rocks from here, to Oregon\n  Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds,\n  And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n  I give a order to my peeps across the water\n  To go and snatch up props all around the border\n  And get far like a shootin' star\n  Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar\n  Point blank as I kick the square biz\n  There it is you're fuckin' with pros and there it goes\n\n  (RZA)\n  Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that\n  It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?\n  Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle\n  Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe, with the buckus style\n  the ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin\n  Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin\n  Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n  Comin' around the mountain when I come\n  Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  My clan increase like black unemployment\n  Yeah, anotha' one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n  Take us the fuck outta here\n\n  (Genius)\n  The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin labels\n  Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n  Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel,\n  Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table\n  That's what yeh get when ya misuse what I invent\n  Your empire falls and ya lose every cent\n  For tryin' to blow up a scrub\n  Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n  Should of pumped it when I rocked it\n  Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n  This goes on in some companies\n  With majors they're scared to death to pump these\n  First of all, who's your A&R?\n  A mountain climber, who plays an electric guitar?\n  But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n  When he's lookin' for a suit & tie rap\n  that's cleaner than a bar of soap\n  And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n  Matter 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.\n  (Meth) watch ya step kid.\n\n  Repeat till fadeout\n"},{"id":9896219,"name":"Protect Ya Neck (radio edit)","trackName":"Protect Ya Neck (radio edit)","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Protect Ya Neck","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"So whassup man?\nCoolin man\"\n\"Chillin chillin?\"\n\"Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?\"\n\"Why?\"\n\"Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?\"\n\"Yeah\"\n\"You know what I wanna hear right?\"\n\"Whatchu wanna hear?\nI wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\"\n\"Wu-Tang again?\"\n\"Ahh yeah, again and again!\"\n\n[*sounds of fighting*]\n\n[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 A&R\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]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Protect Ya Neck (radio edit)\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: Protect Ya Neck\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"So whassup man?\n  Coolin man\"\n  \"Chillin chillin?\"\n  \"Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?\"\n  \"Why?\"\n  \"Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?\"\n  \"Yeah\"\n  \"You know what I wanna hear right?\"\n  \"Whatchu wanna hear?\n  I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\"\n  \"Wu-Tang again?\"\n  \"Ahh yeah, again and again!\"\n\n  [*sounds of fighting*]\n\n  [RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off\n  de Inspector Deck\n  [Meth] watch ya step kid (8X)\n\n  [Inspector Deck]\n  I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier\n  The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman\n  So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin\n  While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n  The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile\n  Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator\n  Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\n  And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project\n  Then take all your assets\n  Cause I came to shake the frame in half\n  With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!\n  So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man\n  Cause I grab the clip and\n  Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got\n  Goin to war with the meltin pot hot\n\n  [Method]\n  It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth\n  Movin on your left, aah!\n  And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  I wanna break full, cock me back\n  Small change, they puttin shame in the game\n  I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  And like Fame!, my style'll live forever\n  Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better\n  But I do, true, can I get a \"sue\"\n  Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh\n  I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n  like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin\n  Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n  The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*\n\n  [U-God]\n  Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed\n  Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  Sloop-B and my b-boy's U\n  to my crew with the \"suuue\"\n\n  [*interlude*]\n  watch 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]\n  First things first man you're fuckin with the worst\n  I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse\n  I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  Straight up and down that shit packed jam\n  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n  The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin\n  Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps\n  Niggaz be rollin with a stash\n  ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me\n  Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon\n  My pen that rocks from here to Oregon\n  Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds\n  And where I lounge is my stompin grounds\n  I give a order to my peeps across the water\n  To go and snatch up props all around the border\n  And get far like a shootin star\n  Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar\n  Point blank as I kick the square biz\n  There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes\n\n  [RZA]\n  Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that\n  It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at\n  Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle\n  Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style\n  the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin\n  Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin\n  Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n  Comin around the mountain when I come\n  Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  My clan increase like black unemployment\n  Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n  Take us the fuck outta here\n\n  [Genius]\n  The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels\n  Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n  Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel\n  Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table\n  That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent\n  Your empire falls and ya lose every cent\n  For tryin to blow up a scrub\n  Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n  Should of pumped it when I rocked it\n  Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n  This goes on in some companies\n  With majors they're scared to death to pump these\n  First of all, who's your A&R\n  A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar\n  But he don't know the meaning of dope\n  When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap\n  that's cleaner than a bar of soap\n  And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n  Matter 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]\n"},{"id":29025401,"name":"Protect Ya Neck (bonus beats)","trackName":"Protect Ya Neck (bonus beats)","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Protect Ya Neck","duration":66.0,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Protect Ya Neck (bonus beats)\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: Protect Ya Neck\n  duration_ms: 66000\n  instrumental: true\nlines: []\n"},{"id":28906139,"name":"Protect Ya Neck (radio edit)","trackName":"Protect Ya Neck (radio edit)","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Protect Ya Neck","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"So whassup man?\nCoolin man\"\n\"Chillin chillin?\"\n\"Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?\"\n\"Why?\"\n\"Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?\"\n\"Yeah\"\n\"You know what I wanna hear right?\"\n\"Whatchu wanna hear?\nI wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\"\n\"Wu-Tang again?\"\n\"Ahh yeah, again and again!\"\n\n[*sounds of fighting*]\n\n[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 A&R\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]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Protect Ya Neck (radio edit)\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: Protect Ya Neck\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"So whassup man?\n  Coolin man\"\n  \"Chillin chillin?\"\n  \"Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?\"\n  \"Why?\"\n  \"Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?\"\n  \"Yeah\"\n  \"You know what I wanna hear right?\"\n  \"Whatchu wanna hear?\n  I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\"\n  \"Wu-Tang again?\"\n  \"Ahh yeah, again and again!\"\n\n  [*sounds of fighting*]\n\n  [RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off\n  de Inspector Deck\n  [Meth] watch ya step kid (8X)\n\n  [Inspector Deck]\n  I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier\n  The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman\n  So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin\n  While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n  The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n\n  [Raekwon]\n  The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile\n  Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator\n  Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\n  And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project\n  Then take all your assets\n  Cause I came to shake the frame in half\n  With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!\n  So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man\n  Cause I grab the clip and\n  Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got\n  Goin to war with the meltin pot hot\n\n  [Method]\n  It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth\n  Movin on your left, aah!\n  And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  I wanna break full, cock me back\n  Small change, they puttin shame in the game\n  I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  And like Fame!, my style'll live forever\n  Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better\n  But I do, true, can I get a \"sue\"\n  Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh\n  I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n  like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin\n  Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n  The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*\n\n  [U-God]\n  Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed\n  Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  Sloop-B and my b-boy's U\n  to my crew with the \"suuue\"\n\n  [*interlude*]\n  watch 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]\n  First things first man you're fuckin with the worst\n  I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse\n  I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  Straight up and down that shit packed jam\n  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n  The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin\n  Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps\n  Niggaz be rollin with a stash\n  ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!\n\n  [Ghostface Killah]\n  For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me\n  Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon\n  My pen that rocks from here to Oregon\n  Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds\n  And where I lounge is my stompin grounds\n  I give a order to my peeps across the water\n  To go and snatch up props all around the border\n  And get far like a shootin star\n  Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar\n  Point blank as I kick the square biz\n  There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes\n\n  [RZA]\n  Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that\n  It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at\n  Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle\n  Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style\n  the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin\n  Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin\n  Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n  Comin around the mountain when I come\n  Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  My clan increase like black unemployment\n  Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n  Take us the fuck outta here\n\n  [Genius]\n  The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels\n  Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n  Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel\n  Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table\n  That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent\n  Your empire falls and ya lose every cent\n  For tryin to blow up a scrub\n  Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n  Should of pumped it when I rocked it\n  Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n  This goes on in some companies\n  With majors they're scared to death to pump these\n  First of all, who's your A&R\n  A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar\n  But he don't know the meaning of dope\n  When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap\n  that's cleaner than a bar of soap\n  And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n  Matter 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]\n"},{"id":31002740,"name":"Protect Ya Neck-Instrumental","trackName":"Protect Ya Neck-Instrumental","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Protect Ya Neck EP","duration":139.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So whassup, man?\nCoolin', man\nChillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\nWhy?\nBecause, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\nYeah\nYou know what I wanna hear, right?\nWhatchu wanna hear?\nI wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\nWu-Tang again?\nAh, yeah, again and again\n\nWu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\nWatch your step kid (so set it off)\nWatch your step kid\nWatch your step kid\n\nWatch your step kid (de 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, tick-tock 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\n\nThe vandal, too hot to handle\nYa battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\nRoughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\nThe Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\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\nBlow up your project, then take all your assets\n'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\nWith the thoughts that bomb, shit like math\n\nSo if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n'Cause I grab the clip and hit you with 16 shots and more I got\n\nGoin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\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\"\n'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh\nI mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n\nLike the Hudson 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Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?\n  Why?\n  Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?\n  Yeah\n  You know what I wanna hear, right?\n  Whatchu wanna hear?\n  I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n  Wu-Tang again?\n  Ah, yeah, again and again\n\n  Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid (protect ya neck kid)\n\n  Watch your step kid (so set it off)\n  Watch your step kid\n  Watch your step kid\n\n  Watch your step kid (de Inspector Deck)\n  I smoke on the mic like \"Smokin' Joe\" Frazier\n  The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman\n  So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'\n  While I get ya flippin' off the shit I'm kickin'\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart\n\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  Ya battle, you're sayin' \"Goodbye\" like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set\n\n  The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n  The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile\n  Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator\n  Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger\n  And I'ma get mad deep like a threat\n  Blow up your project, then take all your assets\n  'Cause I came to shake the frame in half\n  With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math\n\n  So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man\n  'Cause I grab the clip and hit you with 16 shots and more I got\n\n  Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh\n  It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n  Movin' on your left, aah\n  And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  I wanna break full, cock me back\n  Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n  I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  And like Fame, my style'll live forever\n  Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better\n  But I do, true, can I get a \"sue\"\n  'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh\n  I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n\n  Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n  Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n\n  The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me, hu\n  Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed\n\n  Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  True B-A-ba-B-Y-U\n\n  To my crew with the \"suuue\"\n  Watch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)\n  Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)\n\n  Watch your step kid (Yo, you best protect ya neck)\n  First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n  I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n  I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  Straight up and down that shit packed jam\n  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n\n  The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n  Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps\n  Niggaz be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash\n\n  Bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass\n  For cryin' out loud my style is wild so book me\n  Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon\n  My pen that rocks from here to Oregon\n  Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds\n  And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n  I give an order to my peeps across the water\n  To go and snatch up props all around the border\n\n  And get far like a shootin' star\n  'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar\n  Point-blank as I kick the square biz\n\n  There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes\n  Yo, chill with the feedback, black we don't need that\n  It's ten o'clock, hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?\n  Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle\n  Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style\n  The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin\n  Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin\n  Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n  Comin' around the mountain when I come\n  Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  My clan increase like black unemployment\n  Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n\n  Take us the fuck outta here\n  The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels\n  Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n  Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel\n  Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table\n  That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent\n  Your empire falls and you lose every cent\n  For tryin' to blow up a scrub\n  Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n  Should've pumped it when I rocked it\n  Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n  This goes on in some companies\n  With majors, they're scared to death to pump these\n  First of all, who's your A&R?\n  A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?\n  But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n  When he's lookin for a suit-and-tie-rap\n  That's cleaner than a bar of soap\n  And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n  Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n  You best protect ya neck\n"},{"id":10382018,"name":"Protect Ya Neck (Shao Lin version)","trackName":"Protect Ya Neck (Shao Lin version)","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Protect Ya Neck","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So whassup man?\nCoolin' man\nChillin' chillin'?\nYo you know I had to call, you know why right?\nWhy?\nBecause, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin' right?\nYeah\nYou know what I wanna hear right?\nWhatchu wanna hear?\nI wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\nWu-Tang again?\nAhh yeah, again and again!\n\n*sounds of fighting*\n\n(RZA) Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off\n... the Inspector Deck\n(Meth) watch ya step kid (Inspectah Deck)\nI smoke on the mic, like smokin' Joe Frazier\nThe hell raisa', raisin' hell with the flava'\nTerrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\nSwingin' through your town like your neighbourhood Spiderman\nSo uhh, tic, toc, and keep tickin'\nWhile I get ya flippin' off the shit that I'm kickin'\nThe Lone Ranger, code red, danger!\nDeep in the dark with the art to rip their charts apart\nThe vandal, too hot to handle\nYa battle, ya sayin' Goodbye like Tevin Campbell\nRoughneck, Inspectah 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 assassinata'\nRhymes rugged, and built like Schwarzenegger\nAnd I'm a-get mad deep like a threat, blow up yeh project\nThen take all your assets\n'cause 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 fool, 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 \"zoo\"\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 \"zoooo\"\n\n*interlude*\nwatch ya step kid (Ol Dirty Bastard) c'mon baby baby c'mon (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 is 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 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climber, who plays an electric guitar?\n[04:15.78] But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n[04:17.53] When he's lookin' for a suit & tie rap\n[04:19.33] that's cleaner than a bar of soap\n[04:21.24] And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n[04:22.18] Matter fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight\n[04:24.84] sounds of fighting\n[04:27.50] (RZA) You best protect ya neck.\n[04:27.62] (Meth) watch ya step kid.\n[04:28.54] Repeat till fadeout\n[04:29.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Protect Ya Neck (Shao Lin version)\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: Protect Ya Neck\n  duration_ms: 278000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (RZA) Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off\n  start_ms: 6980\n  end_ms: 10400\n- text: '... the Inspector Deck'\n  start_ms: 10400\n  end_ms: 11340\n- text: (Meth) watch ya step kid (Inspectah Deck)\n  start_ms: 11340\n  end_ms: 15800\n- text: I smoke on the mic, like smokin' Joe Frazier\n  start_ms: 15800\n  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44140\n- text: (Raekwon)\n  start_ms: 44140\n  end_ms: 45010\n- text: The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile\n  start_ms: 45010\n  end_ms: 47760\n- text: Rae got it goin' on pal, call me the rap assassinata'\n  start_ms: 47760\n  end_ms: 51380\n- text: Rhymes rugged, and built like Schwarzenegger\n  start_ms: 51380\n  end_ms: 53160\n- text: And I'm a-get mad deep like a threat, blow up yeh project\n  start_ms: 53160\n  end_ms: 56890\n- text: Then take all your assets\n  start_ms: 56890\n  end_ms: 58670\n- text: '''cause I came to shake the frame in half'\n  start_ms: 58670\n  end_ms: 61350\n- text: With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!\n  start_ms: 61350\n  end_ms: 63180\n- text: So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man\n  start_ms: 63180\n  end_ms: 65940\n- text: Cause I grab the clip and\n  start_ms: 65940\n  end_ms: 67720\n- text: Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got\n  start_ms: 67720\n  end_ms: 69520\n- text: Goin' to war with the meltin' pot hot\n  start_ms: 69520\n  end_ms: 72280\n- text: (Method)\n  start_ms: 72280\n  end_ms: 73170\n- text: It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth\n  start_ms: 73170\n  end_ms: 75040\n- text: Movin' on your left, aah!\n  start_ms: 75040\n  end_ms: 76860\n- text: And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  start_ms: 76860\n  end_ms: 80150\n- text: I wanna break fool, cock me back\n  start_ms: 80150\n  end_ms: 81940\n- text: Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n  start_ms: 81940\n  end_ms: 83900\n- text: I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  start_ms: 83900\n  end_ms: 86760\n- text: And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever\n  start_ms: 86760\n  end_ms: 88510\n- text: Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better\n  start_ms: 88510\n  end_ms: 91270\n- text: But I do, true, can I get a \"zoo\"\n  start_ms: 91270\n  end_ms: 93030\n- text: Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh\n  start_ms: 93030\n  end_ms: 95880\n- text: I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n  start_ms: 95880\n  end_ms: 97610\n- text: like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n  start_ms: 97610\n  end_ms: 100340\n- text: Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n  start_ms: 100340\n  end_ms: 103020\n- text: The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me cough\n  start_ms: 103020\n  end_ms: 104910\n- text: (U-God)\n  start_ms: 104910\n  end_ms: 105860\n- text: Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed\n  start_ms: 105860\n  end_ms: 107660\n- text: Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  start_ms: 107660\n  end_ms: 110350\n- text: Sloop-B and my b-boy's U\n  start_ms: 110350\n  end_ms: 112210\n- text: to my crew with the \"zoooo\"\n  start_ms: 112210\n  end_ms: 114970\n- text: watch ya step kid (Ol Dirty Bastard) c'mon baby baby c'mon (RZA) Yo, ya best protect ya neck\n  start_ms: 114970\n  end_ms: 120320\n- text: (Ol Dirty Bastard)\n  start_ms: 120320\n  end_ms: 121290\n- text: First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n  start_ms: 121290\n  end_ms: 125830\n- text: I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n  start_ms: 125830\n  end_ms: 128520\n- text: I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  start_ms: 128520\n  end_ms: 131270\n- text: Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  start_ms: 131270\n  end_ms: 133990\n- text: Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  start_ms: 133990\n  end_ms: 135800\n- text: The Ol Dirty Bastard, straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  start_ms: 135800\n  end_ms: 138210\n- text: And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  start_ms: 138210\n  end_ms: 140020\n- text: Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  start_ms: 140020\n  end_ms: 143630\n- text: Straight up and down that shit is packed jam\n  start_ms: 143630\n  end_ms: 145410\n- text: You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n  start_ms: 145410\n  end_ms: 147290\n- text: The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n  start_ms: 147290\n  end_ms: 150060\n- text: Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps,\n  start_ms: 150060\n  end_ms: 151860\n- text: Niggaz be rollin' with a stash\n  start_ms: 151860\n  end_ms: 154540\n- text: ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!\n  start_ms: 154540\n  end_ms: 157210\n- text: (Ghostface Killah)\n  start_ms: 157210\n  end_ms: 158180\n- text: For cryin' out loud my style is wild, so book me\n  start_ms: 158180\n  end_ms: 159010\n- text: Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  start_ms: 159010\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Ejectin', styles from my lethal weapon\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 163640\n- text: My pen that rocks from here, to Oregon\n  start_ms: 163640\n  end_ms: 166340\n- text: Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  start_ms: 166340\n  end_ms: 169010\n- text: I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  start_ms: 169010\n  end_ms: 170850\n- text: I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds,\n  start_ms: 170850\n  end_ms: 173580\n- text: And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n  start_ms: 173580\n  end_ms: 176330\n- text: I give a order to my peeps across the water\n  start_ms: 176330\n  end_ms: 178160\n- text: To go and snatch up props all around the border\n  start_ms: 178160\n  end_ms: 180850\n- text: And get far like a shootin' star\n  start_ms: 180850\n  end_ms: 182690\n- text: Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar\n  start_ms: 182690\n  end_ms: 185320\n- text: Point blank as I kick the square biz\n  start_ms: 185320\n  end_ms: 187160\n- text: There it is you're fuckin' with pros and there it goes\n  start_ms: 187160\n  end_ms: 189970\n- text: (RZA)\n  start_ms: 189970\n  end_ms: 190850\n- text: Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that\n  start_ms: 190850\n  end_ms: 192660\n- text: It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?\n  start_ms: 192660\n  end_ms: 195000\n- text: Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle\n  start_ms: 195000\n  end_ms: 196870\n- text: Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  start_ms: 196870\n  end_ms: 199530\n- text: Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe, with the buckus style\n  start_ms: 199530\n  end_ms: 203100\n- text: the ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin\n  start_ms: 203100\n  end_ms: 206870\n- text: Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin\n  start_ms: 206870\n  end_ms: 208650\n- text: Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n  start_ms: 208650\n  end_ms: 211320\n- text: Comin' around the mountain when I come\n  start_ms: 211320\n  end_ms: 213100\n- text: Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  start_ms: 213100\n  end_ms: 215850\n- text: My clan increase like black unemployment\n  start_ms: 215850\n  end_ms: 218610\n- text: Yeah, anotha' one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n  start_ms: 218610\n  end_ms: 221370\n- text: Take us the fuck outta here\n  start_ms: 221370\n  end_ms: 222210\n- text: (Genius)\n  start_ms: 222210\n  end_ms: 223160\n- text: The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin labels\n  start_ms: 223160\n  end_ms: 224980\n- text: Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n  start_ms: 224980\n  end_ms: 227690\n- text: Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel,\n  start_ms: 227690\n  end_ms: 229470\n- text: Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table\n  start_ms: 229470\n  end_ms: 232200\n- text: That's what yeh get when ya misuse what I invent\n  start_ms: 232200\n  end_ms: 234930\n- text: Your empire falls and ya lose every cent\n  start_ms: 234930\n  end_ms: 237610\n- text: For tryin' to blow up a scrub\n  start_ms: 237610\n  end_ms: 239410\n- text: Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n  start_ms: 239410\n  end_ms: 242180\n- text: Should of pumped it when I rocked it\n  start_ms: 242180\n  end_ms: 243000\n- text: Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n  start_ms: 243000\n  end_ms: 246750\n- text: This goes on in some companies\n  start_ms: 246750\n  end_ms: 248550\n- text: With majors they're scared to death to pump these\n  start_ms: 248550\n  end_ms: 251250\n- text: First of all, who's your A&R?\n  start_ms: 251250\n  end_ms: 253050\n- text: A mountain climber, who plays an electric guitar?\n  start_ms: 253050\n  end_ms: 255780\n- text: But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n  start_ms: 255780\n  end_ms: 257530\n- text: When he's lookin' for a suit & tie rap\n  start_ms: 257530\n  end_ms: 259330\n- text: that's cleaner than a bar of soap\n  start_ms: 259330\n  end_ms: 261240\n- text: And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n  start_ms: 261240\n  end_ms: 262180\n- text: Matter fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight\n  start_ms: 262180\n  end_ms: 264840\n- text: sounds of fighting\n  start_ms: 264840\n  end_ms: 267500\n- text: (RZA) You best protect ya neck.\n  start_ms: 267500\n  end_ms: 267620\n- text: (Meth) watch ya step kid.\n  start_ms: 267620\n  end_ms: 268540\n- text: Repeat till fadeout\n  start_ms: 268540\n  end_ms: 269480\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 269480\nplain: |-\n  So whassup man?\n  Coolin' man\n  Chillin' chillin'?\n  Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?\n  Why?\n  Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin' right?\n  Yeah\n  You know what I wanna hear right?\n  Whatchu wanna hear?\n  I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint\n  Wu-Tang again?\n  Ahh yeah, again and again!\n\n  *sounds of fighting*\n\n  (RZA) Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off\n  ... the Inspector Deck\n  (Meth) watch ya step kid (Inspectah Deck)\n  I smoke on the mic, like smokin' Joe Frazier\n  The hell raisa', raisin' hell with the flava'\n  Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan\n  Swingin' through your town like your neighbourhood Spiderman\n  So uhh, tic, toc, and keep tickin'\n  While I get ya flippin' off the shit that I'm kickin'\n  The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!\n  Deep in the dark with the art to rip their charts apart\n  The vandal, too hot to handle\n  Ya battle, ya sayin' Goodbye like Tevin Campbell\n  Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set\n  The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal\n\n  (Raekwon)\n  The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile\n  Rae got it goin' on pal, call me the rap assassinata'\n  Rhymes rugged, and built like Schwarzenegger\n  And I'm a-get mad deep like a threat, blow up yeh project\n  Then take all your assets\n  'cause I came to shake the frame in half\n  With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!\n  So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man\n  Cause I grab the clip and\n  Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got\n  Goin' to war with the meltin' pot hot\n\n  (Method)\n  It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth\n  Movin' on your left, aah!\n  And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat\n  I wanna break fool, cock me back\n  Small change, they puttin' shame in the game\n  I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame\n  And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever\n  Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better\n  But I do, true, can I get a \"zoo\"\n  Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh\n  I mean ohh, yo check out the flow\n  like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'\n  Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce\n  The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*\n\n  (U-God)\n  Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed\n  Oww, here comes my Shaolin style\n  Sloop-B and my b-boy's U\n  to my crew with the \"zoooo\"\n\n  *interlude*\n  watch ya step kid (Ol Dirty Bastard) c'mon baby baby c'mon (RZA) Yo, ya best protect ya neck\n\n  (Ol Dirty Bastard)\n  First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst\n  I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse\n  I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack\n  Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack\n  Shame on you when you stepped through to\n  The Ol Dirty Bastard, straight from the Brooklyn Zoo\n  And I'll be damned if I let any man\n  Come to my center, you enter, the winter\n  Straight up and down that shit is packed jam\n  You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man\n  The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'\n  Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps,\n  Niggaz be rollin' with a stash\n  ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!\n\n  (Ghostface Killah)\n  For cryin' out loud my style is wild, so book me\n  Not long is how long that this rhyme took me\n  Ejectin', styles from my lethal weapon\n  My pen that rocks from here, to Oregon\n  Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback\n  I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back\n  I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds,\n  And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds\n  I give a order to my peeps across the water\n  To go and snatch up props all around the border\n  And get far like a shootin' star\n  Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar\n  Point blank as I kick the square biz\n  There it is you're fuckin' with pros and there it goes\n\n  (RZA)\n  Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that\n  It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?\n  Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle\n  Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel\n  Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe, with the buckus style\n  the ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin\n  Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin\n  Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)\n  Comin' around the mountain when I come\n  Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment\n  My clan increase like black unemployment\n  Yeah, anotha' one dare, G-Gka-Genius\n  Take us the fuck outta here\n\n  (Genius)\n  The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin labels\n  Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel\n  Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel,\n  Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table\n  That's what yeh get when ya misuse what I invent\n  Your empire falls and ya lose every cent\n  For tryin' to blow up a scrub\n  Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb\n  Should of pumped it when I rocked it\n  Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets\n  This goes on in some companies\n  With majors they're scared to death to pump these\n  First of all, who's your A&R?\n  A mountain climber, who plays an electric guitar?\n  But he don't know the meanin' of dope\n  When he's lookin' for a suit & tie rap\n  that's cleaner than a bar of soap\n  And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight\n  Matter 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.\n  (Meth) watch ya step kid.\n\n  Repeat till fadeout\n"}]