Lyrical Breakdown of Proteck Ya Neck - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Proteck Ya Neck" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ol' Dirty Bastard weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Proteck Ya Neck" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Ol' Dirty Bastard employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Ol' Dirty Bastard's narrative.

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See let a nigga come through with that bullshit Anytime 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? Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers know See them knows that this is something you can't fuck Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan Always You from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker Where you reside motherfucker! How you live? How you seeeeeeee Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaaow Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm inflicting this It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening Ignite my styles I got my hand pon the trigger Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga Yo, straight actin live about them hellfires A known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terror The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate 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 man Serving justice in my vicinity (This is, Brooklyn, Zu) Za-za-za, za-za-za Zuh-za-zah, z-zz-zz-z-z-zz-zz-z-dah-duh-dnn-duh I get down I get down I crack your fuckin crown Lay around and watch some real niggaz break ground I can't shop 'cause every bro blowin up the spot Hit rocks and niggaz know Yo! Niggaz grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion Nervous, that's why the Zoo 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 Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this Stage like, mail, pre hands that be the move Now your Posse is your fuckin Platoon Stale cells, just flows through the air I'm like a ninja, once I send ya down stairs Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist With the cleverest rhyme Erupt to deduct your fuckin mind Fuck shit up on the hurry-up Known for burying ducks through more styles than a muck 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 Keepin powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut (Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a) I get more props than the President My hardcore represent, blowin niggaz back who never had this Cause I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped The shit I'm kickin, 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 niggaz rap styles just down is aspired You shoulda 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 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 niggaz, you're trippin Drugged up from sniffin, you're the one who's riffin I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith Start to flip, slip, 'cause you're slippin 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 hoe, wayyy like Bo Jackson while I'm still taxin maxin Relaxin sittin back sellin good tracks and Again and again when I rock the jam WANNA SEE EM UP IN THE AIR! Throw up your hand ducin, one-man band in town It's wild, with the style couldn't stand nigga When the jump, stepped, to the center Of the rhyme inventor, MC's come at the 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 Rudy with the Hong Kong Foo Ol Dirty Bastard, MC killer Money maker, Brooklyn, challenger That I lay down like towel Then I get higher Here comes the ill, type ruffer 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