[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! Yo
Is the niggas ready for this son?
Niggas ain't ready for this ock
One two whatcha wanna do (I'm gonna give it to em anyway though man)
Peep the Inspectah Deck (You know they ain't ready for it)
Lyrical threat
Representing Wu-Tang slang
'95, hitting it live
You know what time it is
[Verse 1]
Blessed with the art, rhymes that's sharp like a circular saw
Hit the floor like Thor, who wants the war
None slide by my lyrical drive-by, shots bust
Making blocks huss, plus snipe the cops when they rush
Built like construction crews busting fools with tools
Force you to blast out your fucking shoes
A south SWAT with the bombs I drop
Plan A to terrorize, you can't stop the plot
Execution of an amateur, who dares to challenge a
Clansman, holding a sword like Excalibur
Truth of my shield, show and prove I reveal
Reality, the coldness our hearts can feel
Living life where caps peel and crack deals the nine-to-five
But I survived and there's nine times I nearly died
Now I'm wanted to death I did escape
Now it's thrown on a tape for those who can relate
Still I wrap my face, take a space in the staircase
Hits taking place, yo god, watch for Jakes
Out of state court dates, would chase me with the warrants
For my insurance, switched names to Michael Lawrence
The Rebel, stomps through the slums I'm from
Coming through with nuff niggas, and nuff guns to bust son
So read the article, lyrical assassin with the arsenal
Potential witnesses are incapable
Of testifying, they want me frying in the chair plus the case closed
I broke free of the shackles and safe clothes
I make foes, exasperate them, I make friends
'Cause today's friends will show theyselves as snakes in the end
And if you fit the trend then Protect Ya Neck
Shaolin, INS, Killa Hill Projects
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! Yo
Is the niggas ready for this son?
Niggas ain't ready for this ock
One two whatcha wanna do (I'm gonna give it to em anyway though man)
Peep the Inspectah Deck (You know they ain't ready for it)
Lyrical threat
Representing Wu-Tang slang
'95, hitting it live
You know what time it is
[Verse 1]
Blessed with the art, rhymes that's sharp like a circular saw
Hit the floor like Thor, who wants the war
None slide by my lyrical drive-by, shots bust
Making blocks huss, plus snipe the cops when they rush
Built like construction crews busting fools with tools
Force you to blast out your fucking shoes
A south SWAT with the bombs I drop
Plan A to terrorize, you can't stop the plot
Execution of an amateur, who dares to challenge a
Clansman, holding a sword like Excalibur
Truth of my shield, show and prove I reveal
Reality, the coldness our hearts can feel
Living life where caps peel and crack deals the nine-to-five
But I survived and there's nine times I nearly died
Now I'm wanted to death I did escape
Now it's thrown on a tape for those who can relate
Still I wrap my face, take a space in the staircase
Hits taking place, yo god, watch for Jakes
Out of state court dates, would chase me with the warrants
For my insurance, switched names to Michael Lawrence
The Rebel, stomps through the slums I'm from
Coming through with nuff niggas, and nuff guns to bust son
So read the article, lyrical assassin with the arsenal
Potential witnesses are incapable
Of testifying, they want me frying in the chair plus the case closed
I broke free of the shackles and safe clothes
I make foes, exasperate them, I make friends
'Cause today's friends will show theyselves as snakes in the end
And if you fit the trend then Protect Ya Neck
Shaolin, INS, Killa Hill Projects
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