Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)

Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you

All the way from the slums of Shaolin

Special uninvited guests came in through the back door

Ladies and gentlemen, it's them!

Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances

Chant this anthem, swing like Pete Sampras

Taking it straight to Big Man on campus

Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas

Scandalous, made the metro panic

Cause static with or without the automatic

And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it

It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard

Ayo, ayo, waves is spinning, blades is spinning

Slay 'em in the eighth inning, stay truck, god stay playing linen

Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that

Mink jeans on, seen where the real at

2000 Zitos, moving with a ill ego

For real, for real, ill lines, ill people

Yo, bring it back, nine more civilians

Pollying deals, monopoly and bills, y'all **** lying

Caught 300, lab look royal with a mean stomach

Go broke, all seen, done it

Words from the heavy set, if I don't eat

Then we already met fly-ass bro, liver than coke

Now what Clan you know with lines this ill?

Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill

**** can't gel or I'm just too high to tell

Put on my gasoline boots and walk through Hell

With nine generals, nine ninjas in your video

9 milli blow, semi-auto with no serial

Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals

Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck with digital

Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen

My sword got a Jones, more heads for the severing

Johnny in the dungeon, taking all bets, throw ya ones in

Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in

That's word to Damo, San Juan, Puerto Rico

Blowin' hydro on a beach with Tamiko

My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow

Blowin' the nozzle, hear it whistle, one in the head, this is code red, man for dead

X amount of lead spray from the barrel

Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carroll

Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit

To make my **** from East New York flip

Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys

Matching cap, razor blades in my gums (Bobby!)

You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe's goose jumper

And my phaser off stun (Bobby!)

Y'all might just catch me in the park playin' chess

Studyin' math, signin' 7 and a Sun (Bobby!)

But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the joint

Smoked out, dead broke or off point (Bobby!)

Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frosting

Your socks hangin' out, yours is talkin'

Rock so steadily, son, I'm still crazy

Sport my old Force MD furs from the 80's

Nat Turners with burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee

Taught y'all **** how to rap, reimburse me

Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks

Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots

I'm nice, maxed out, creepin' wit the ax out

Murder these bikini bitches, switchin' with their backs out

**** wanna pop shit, I pop clips

Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips

Alabama split, hammer slay quick

That David Banner gamma ray shit

Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch

My powder voice, Snow White sniff

Verbal killas, gorilla grip

God body shit, puff Marley spliffs

You might see me in a 6, that's not my style

You might see me with a bitch, that's not my child

I be in the benzo, keep a low profile

Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile

Tryna get money, y'all cats is wild

I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild

I'm a chip off the board game, got sword game

Live life to the fullest, still want more fame

Darts on layaway, beats on standby

Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime

Run on the track like Jesse Owens

Broke the record flowing without any knowing

That my wordplay run the 400 meter relay

It's on once I grab the baton from the DJ

A athlete with his iron cleat in the ground

Wireless **** who sprint off the gun sound

The best time yet still 7.0

Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blow