Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Album: Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
Song: Protect Ya Neck *
So whassup man?
Coolin manChillin chillin?
Yo you know I had to call, you know why right? Why?
Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?
Yeah
You know what I wanna hear right?
Whatchu wanna hear?
I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint
Wu-Tang again?
Ahh yeah, again and again!
*sounds of fighting
[RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off
de Inspector Deck[Meth]
watch ya step kid (8X)
[Inspector Deck]
I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh, tic toc and keep tickinWhile I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin The Lone Ranger, code red, danger! Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apartThe vandal, too hot to handle Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal[Raekwon] The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project Then take all your assetsCause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math! So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next manCause I grab the clip and Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I gotGoin to war with the meltin pot hot
[Method]
It's the Method Man for short Mr. MethMovin on your left, aah! And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat I wanna break full, cock me backSmall change, they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a "sue"Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh I mean ohh, yo check out the flowlike the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*
[U-God]
Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwedOww, here comes my Shaolin style Sloop-B and my b-boy's Uto my crew with the "suuue"
*interlude*
watch ya step kid (8X)[Ol Dirty Bastard] c'mon baby baby c'mon (4X)
[RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
First things first man you're fuckin with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any manCome to my center, you enter, the winter Straight up and down that shit packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creepsNiggaz be rollin with a stash ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!
[Ghostface Killah]
For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin, styles from my lethal weaponMy pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the borderAnd get far like a shootin star Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar Point blank as I kick the square biz There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes
[RZA]
Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostleFlowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be) Comin around the mountain when I comeCrazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemploymentYeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius Take us the fuck outta here
[Genius]
The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent Your empire falls and ya lose every centFor tryin to blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb Should of pumped it when I rocked it Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companiesWith majors they're scared to death to pump these First of all, who's your A&RA mountain climber who plays an electric guitar But he don't know the meaning of dopeWhen he's lookin for a suit and tie rap that's cleaner than a bar of soapAnd I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight