♪ Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya! ♪ ♪ Watch your step, kid,
watch your step, kid ♪ ♪ Protect ya neck, kid! ♪ ♪ Watch your step, kid,
watch your step, kid ♪ ♪ To set it off ♪ ♪ Watch your step, kid,
watch your step, kid ♪ ♪ The Inspectah Deck! ♪ ♪ I smoke on the mic like
"Smokin' Joe" Frazier ♪ ♪ The hell-raiser, raisin'
hell with the flavor ♪ ♪ Terrorize the jam like
troops in Pakistan ♪ ♪ Swingin' through your town ♪ ♪ like your neighborhood Spider-Man ♪ ♪ So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin' ♪ ♪ While I get ya flippin' off
the shit that I'm kickin' ♪ ♪ The Lone Ranger, code red, danger ♪ ♪ Deep in the dark with the
art to rip the charts apart ♪ ♪ The vandal, too hot to handle ♪ ♪ You battle, you're sayin'
"Goodbye" like Tevin Campbell ♪ ♪ Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set ♪ ♪ The Rebel, I make more
noise than heavy metal ♪ ♪ The way I make the crowd go wild, ♪ ♪ Sit back, relax, won't smile ♪ ♪ Rae got it goin' on, pal,
call me the rap assassinator ♪ ♪ Rhymes rugged and built
like Schwarzenegger ♪ ♪ And I'ma get mad deep like a threat ♪ ♪ Blow up your project,
then take all your assets ♪ ♪ 'Cause I came to shake
the frame in half ♪ ♪ With the thoughts that
bomb shit like math ♪ ♪ So if you wanna try to flip,
go flip on the next man ♪ ♪ 'Cause I grab the clip and ♪ ♪ Hit ya with 16 shots and more, I got ♪ ♪ Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh ♪ ♪ It's the Method Man,
for short Mr. Meth ♪ ♪ Movin' on your left, aah! ♪ ♪ And set it off, get it
off, let it off like a gat ♪ ♪ I wanna break full, cock me back ♪ ♪ Small change, they
puttin' shame in the game ♪ ♪ I take aim and blow
that ***** out the frame ♪ ♪ And like Fame my style'll live forever ♪ ♪ ***** crossin' over, but
they don't know no better ♪ ♪ But I do, true, can I get a "suue" ♪ ♪ Enough respect due to the one-six-ooh ♪ ♪ I mean O, yo check out the flow ♪ ♪ Like the Hudson or
PCP when I'm dustin' ♪ ♪ Niggas off, because I'm hot like sauce ♪ ♪ The smoke from the lyrical
blunt make me *cough* ♪ ♪ Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed ♪ ♪ Oww, here comes my Shaolin style ♪ ♪ True B-A-ba-B-Y-U ♪ ♪ To my crew with the "suuuuue" ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby ♪ ♪ C'mon, baby baby, c'mon ♪ ♪ Yo, you best protect ya neck ♪ ♪ First things first, man,
you're ***** with the worst ♪ ♪ I'll be stickin' pins in
your head like a ***** nurse ♪ ♪ I'll attack any *****
who's slack in his mack ♪ ♪ Come fully packed with
a fat rugged stack ♪ ♪ Shame on you when you step through to ♪ ♪ The Ol' Dirty Bastard
straight from the Brooklyn Zoo ♪ ♪ And I'll be damned if I let any man ♪ ♪ Come to my center,
you enter the winter ♪ ♪ Straight up and down,
that **** is packed jam ♪ ♪ You can't slam, don't let
me get fool on him, man ♪ ♪ The Ol' Dirty Bastard
is dirty and stinkin' ♪ ♪ Ason Unique rollin' with
the night of the creeps ♪ ♪ ***** be rollin' with a
stash, ain't sayin' cash ♪ ♪ Bite my style, I'll bite
your mother***** *** ♪ ♪ For cryin' out loud, my
style is wild, so book me ♪ ♪ Not long is how long
that this rhyme took me ♪ ♪ Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon ♪ ♪ My pen that rocks from here to Oregon ♪ ♪ Here's more again, catch
it like a psycho flashback ♪ ♪ I love gats, if rap was a
gun, you wouldn't bust back ♪ ♪ I come with **** in all
types of shapes and sounds ♪ ♪ And where I lounge is
my stompin' grounds ♪ ♪ I give an order to my
peeps across the water ♪ ♪ To go and snatch up props
all around the border ♪ ♪ And get far like a shootin' star ♪ ♪ 'Cause who I are is livin'
the life of Pablo Escobar ♪ ♪ Point-blank as I kick the square biz ♪ ♪ There it is, you're ****
with pros, and there it goes ♪ ♪ Yo, chill with the feedback,
black, we don't need that ♪ ♪ It's 10 o'clock, ho, where
the fuck's your seed at? ♪ ♪ Feelin' mad hostile,
wearing Aeropostale ♪ ♪ Flowin' like Christ
when I speaks the gospel ♪ ♪ Stroll with the holy roll, ♪ ♪ then attack the globe
with the buckus style ♪ ♪ The ruckus, ten times ten
men committin' mad sin ♪ ♪ Turn the other cheek and
I'll break your fuckin' chin ♪ ♪ Slayin' boom-bangs like
African drums, we'll be ♪ ♪ Comin' around the mountain when I come ♪ ♪ Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment ♪ ♪ My clan increase like
black unemployment ♪ ♪ Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius ♪ ♪ Take us the fuck outta here ♪ ♪ The Wu is too slammin' for
these Cold Killin' labels ♪ ♪ Some ain't had hits
since I seen Aunt Mabel ♪ ♪ Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel ♪ ♪ Now they money's gettin' stuck
to the gum under the table ♪ ♪ That's what you get when
you misuse what I invent ♪ ♪ Your empire falls and
you lose every cent ♪ ♪ For tryna blow up a scrub ♪ ♪ Now that thought was just as bright ♪ ♪ as a 20-watt light bulb ♪ ♪ Should've pumped it when I rocked it ♪ ♪ ***** so stingy they got
short arms and deep pockets ♪ ♪ This goes on in some companies ♪ ♪ With majors, they're scared
to death to pump these ♪ ♪ First of all, who's your A&R? ♪ ♪ A mountain climber who
plays an electric guitar? ♪ ♪ But he don't know the meanin' of dope ♪ ♪ When he's lookin' for
a suit-and-tie rap ♪ ♪ That's cleaner than a bar of soap ♪ ♪ And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight ♪ ♪ Matter of fact, bring out the girls, ♪ ♪ and let's have a mud fight ♪ ♪ You best protect ya neck ♪ (outro)
