Protect ya neck

(Spoken over minimal beat, thick Bronx accent)

Yeah… Bardi Blaze. Tattoos on my body like armor.

Protect ya neck, ‘cause these snakes’ll try to harm ya.

Let’s go!

[Hook]

Protect ya neck, protect ya neck!

These fake ones talkin’, but they scared to step!

Gothic roses on my throat, script across my chest,

Cross me once, get put to rest — Bardi Blaze, I’m blessed!

Protect ya neck! (Neck!) Protect ya neck! (Neck!)

Thick thighs, strong mind, diamonds on my set!

Loyalty only, rest gettin’ checked,

Step to the gang, leave ‘em stretched — protect ya neck!

I’m the queen of the concrete jungle, tatted like a warlord,

Floral sleeves conceal the pain, but the fire stay stored.

Stomach read “Protect Ya Neck” in gothic bold font,

One wrong move, turn your block to a quiet haunt.

You was ridin’ with the wrong ones, now you cryin’ in the comments,

I’m stackin’ up these wins while your circle doin’ audits.

From the struggle to the spotlight, I flipped pain into power,

Every mark on my body turned to ink in the shower.

Thigh sleeves drippin’ like my flow — pure precision,

Hand tats say “Blaze” — touch me, face the mission.

You basic, I’m basin’, got the city on my back,

Haters plottin’ in the dark, but I’m movin’ like a Mack.

East Bronx bred, Trinidad-Dominican mix,

Thick accent, strong presence, make the weak ones sick.

I don’t chase fame, fame chase me in fleets,

Protect the neck or get your shine snatched in the streets!

[Hook]

Protect ya neck, protect ya neck!

These fake ones talkin’, but they scared to step!

Gothic roses on my throat, script across my chest,

Cross me once, get put to rest — Bardi Blaze, I’m blessed!

Protect ya neck! (Neck!) Protect ya neck! (Neck!)

Thick thighs, strong mind, diamonds on my set!

Loyalty only, rest gettin’ checked,

Step to the gang, leave ‘em stretched — protect ya neck!

Snakes in the grass get exposed like a gardener,

I’m the rose with the thorns, turn your drama to a banger.

Back tat butterfly cover what a fake tried to claim,

Now it’s floral armor — pretty but it brings game.

You flexin’ borrowed whips, I’m ownin’ the lot,

You postin’ fake pics, I’m postin’ real knots.

My circle small like my waist, but the loyalty colossal,

Cross one, lose all — that’s the Bronx apostle.

Piercings shine when I move, makeup flawless in the fight,

Lip gloss poppin’ while I’m droppin’ truth to the mic.

Multis murder the beat softly then body-bag the track,

Internal schemes scheme on your team — they lack.

From Highbridge to Hollywood, I navigated the trap,

Now every stage I hit, got the whole crowd trapped.

You wanted smoke? Here’s the fire, Bardi Blaze the match,

Protect ya neck or get left — no take-backs!

(Slows down, menacing)

Yeah… ink is my shield, bond is my crown.

Cross the fam, and it’s lights out — no dawn.

Bardi Blaze… invasion complete.

[Final Hook]

Protect ya neck! (Yeah!) Protect ya neck! (Blaze!)

These fake ones talkin’, but they scared to step! (Scared!)

Gothic roses on my throat, script acro