Artist: Bru-Tang Clan (Akrobatik)
Album:  Enter Tha 63 Chambahs *
Song:   Protect Ya' Net
Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch

[* Boston Bruins tribute EP from Akrobatik with reinterpretations of Wu-Tang Clan songs]

Bru-Tang Clan comin atcha
(Watch the net, kid)
(Watch the net, kid)
Yeah
(Watch the net, kid)
(Watch the net, kid)
Bout to set it off
(Watch the net, kid)
It's the Inspectah Check

Yo
I'm great with the skates like Wayne 'The Great' Gretzky
But don't test me, I leave the ice messy
Here comes the Rangers, code red, danger
But settle, you know these dudes ain't on our level

The way I make the crowd go wild
Sit back, relax, won't smile
The Bru got it goin on, pal
So if you wanna score try and score on the next crew
Cause we'll disprespect you

Yo Lu, I'll grab my stick and gloves
Aww, you hurt, you get no love
It's true, yes it's big L-u
To my crew, it's the Bruuuu...

Yeah yeah
Come on baby baby come on
Come on baby baby come on
Come on baby baby come on

Yeah
You best protect ya net

Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bruin straight out the Title Town zoo
And I be damned if I let any man come to my center
You'll enter the winter
Straight up and down, your style's not raw
You can't score, don't make me break fool on ya, boy
The Ol' Dirty Bruin is dirty and stinkin
Tim Thomas keep savin, other teams keep shootin
But I be savin with my pads, brother, I'm bad into the crease
And I'm givin skaters no peace

Aiyo chill, understand that I got my man's back
It's 8 o'clock, punk, tell me where's your fans at?
Feelin mad hostile, flarin at the nostrils
Goalie mask on so to see is impossible
We're like a hundred men when we goin in
I stand still even if you hit me in the chin
Crazy flamboyant for the fans' enjoyment
I shut out your team, now you facin unemployment
Yeah, the team that you fear
G-Gga-Genius, yo take-take the puck outta here

The Bru is too swift for these weak hockey teams
Takin out the GZA squad is a figment of they dreams
Thinkin they can stop the Bru-Tang regime
Cause they got mad players that be makin mad cream
This goes on in some locker rooms
When some neglect to let their players know that they're doomed
First of all, tell me who's your coach
You goodie two shoes runnin away when I approach
But I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact drop your clip board, let's have a coach fight

You best protect ya net