Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] See, let a nigga come through with that bullshit Any time you pop that shit, nigga, I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy I know It'll come to what? Say what? Whether y'all from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan You from Queens, nigga I don't give a fuck where you be, motherfucker Where you reside, motherfucker How you live? How you see? [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaow [Verse 2: Buddha Monk] Dirty, can you hear me? Rawness, I'm inflicting It's that G-type slang that makes this real sickening Ignite the styles, I got my hand upon the trigger Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga [Verse 3: Prodigal Sunn] Yo, straight out the lava by them hellfires A known mental killer, born thriller, assassin of terror A hot bloody fatal mixture of carbon and water Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order Start the mission, travel like the speed of wind Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many men Serving justice in my vicinity [Interlude: Zu Keeper] This is Brooklyn Zu Za-za-za, za-za-za Za-za-za, z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-dah-duh-duh-duh [Verse 4: Murdoc] I get down, I get down, I crack your fucking crown Lay around and watch some real niggas break ground I can't stop 'cause every bop blowing up the spot Hit rocks and niggas know [Verse 5: Killah Priest] Yo, niggas grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion Nervous, that's why the Zu brought me in Now bring 'em forth like the tortures at the courts Before the case begin, first break me in His brain and make sure he can't maintain the calmness You're harmless, watch how I bomb this Stage light now appears to be the Moon Now your posse is your fucking platoon Stale sound just flows through the air I'm like a ninja once I send you cold stares Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist with the clearest rhyme Erupt to deduct your fucking mind [Verse 6: 12 O'Clock] Fuck shit up on the hurry-up Known for burying ducks through more styles than a monk Warning you, chump, brain is out for lunch Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump Never fall victim to no bitch Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp And score more points than Shawn Kemp Keeping powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut Ol' Dirty Bastard live and uncut Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a— [Verse 7: Shorty Shit Stain] Got more props than the president My hardcore represent Blowing niggas back who never had this 'Cause I'm gifted So you can gift-wrap the shit I'm kicking and send it to your moms for Christmas And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant 'Cause niggas' rap styles just down, it's expired You should've stayed home instead of picking up a microphone But if you wanna run on up like you tough I call your bluff and blow you down with my hardcore stuff I shine like twenty-four carat, niggas know [Verse 8: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Roll and stroll with the party scene Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean WZA, WZA, WZA, WZA, Wu-Tang, flip the script and Test my skill niggas, you're tripping Drugged up from sniffing, you're the one who's riffing I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith Yeah, start to flip, slip 'cause you're slipping While you sleep, I be the God on point with Scottie Pippen As I jump on stage, flip, rip a show Strip and rip a ho, way like Bo Jackson while I'm still taxing, maxing Relaxing, sitting back, silly attraction Again and again when I rock the jam Wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up your hand Introducing one-man band in town It's wild, more the style couldn't stand, nigga When the jump stepped to the center Of the rhyme inventor, MC tormentor You get dap-slapped across the MC map Your ass, that's your ass on a whore shot Come on through, I black and blue your whole crew Then I get rudey with the Hong Kong Phoo' Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style That I lay down like tile, then I get higher [Verse 9: 60 Second Assassin] Here comes the ill-type rougher Style be untouched, I'm leavin' broken down grammars on the pen Who? Who? What? What brings it? Tighter than your anus Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers Keep it stainless steel, on time it is the windmill Deadly venom kills at the last of the Sam's Mill 60 Second nucleus, attack on your set Hit you with the blast (Yo, close the door) Shabazz