Protect Ya Neck
(专辑: Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) - 1993)
[Caller and DJ:] "So whassup, man?" "Cooling, man." "Chilling chilin'? Yo, you know I
had to call, you know why right?" "Why?" "Because, yo, I
never ever call and ask you to play something, right?" "Yeah." "You know what I
wanna hear, right?" "Whatchu wanna hear?" "I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint." "Wu-Tang again?" "Ah, yeah, again and again." [RZA & Ol' Dirty Bastard:] Wu-Tang Clan coming at ya (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) Protect ya neck, kid! (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) To set it off (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) The
Inspectah Deck! [Inspectah Deck:] I
smoke on the
mic like "Smoking Joe" Frazier The
hell-raiser, raising hell with the
flavor Terrorize the
jam like troops in Pakistan Swinging through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man So uhh, tick-tock and keep ticking While I
get ya flipping off the
shit that I'm kicking The
Lone Ranger, code red, danger Deep in the
dark with the
art to rip the
charts apart The
vandal, too hot to handle You battle, you're saying "Goodbye" like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspectah 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 going 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 assets 'Cause I
came to shake the
frame in half With the
thoughts that bomb shit like math So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the
next man 'Cause I
grab the
clip and hit ya with 16 shots and more, I
got Going to war with the
melting pot, akh [Method Man:] It's the
Method Man, for short Mr. Meth Moving on your left, aah! And set it off, get it off, let it off like a
gat I
wanna break full, cock me back Small change, they putting shame in the
game I
take aim and blow that nigga out the
frame And like Fame my style'll live forever Niggas crossing over, but they don't know no better But I
do, true, can I
get a
"suue" Enough respect due to the
one-six-ooh I
mean O, yo check out the
flow Like the
Hudson or PCP when I'm dusting Niggas off, because I'm hot like sauce The
smoke from the
lyrical blunt make me [U-God:] Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style True B-A-ba-B-Y-U To my crew with the
"suuuuue" [Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA:] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Watch your step, kid) (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby (Protect ya neck) (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) C'mon, baby baby, c'mon (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) Yo, you best protect ya neck [Ol Dirty Bastard:] First things first, man, you're fucking with the
worst I'll be sticking pins in your head like a
fucking 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 step through to The
Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the
Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I
let any man Come to my center, you enter the
winter Straight up and down, that shit is packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him, man The
Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinking Ason Unique rolling with the
night of the
creeps Niggas be rolling with a
stash, ain't saying cash Bite my style, I'll bite your motherfucking ass [Ghostface Killah:] For crying out loud, my style is wild, so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejecting styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's more again, catch it like a
psycho flashback I
love gats, if rap was a
gun, you wouldn't bust back I
come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds And where I
lounge is my stomping grounds I
give an order to my peeps across the
water To go and snatch up props all around the
border And get far like a
shooting star 'Cause who I
are is living the
life of Pablo Escobar Point-blank as I
kick the
square biz There it is, you're fucking with pros, and there it goes [RZA:] Yo, chill with the
feedback, black, we don't need that It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the
fuck's your seed at? Feeling mad hostile, wearing Aeropostale Flowing 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 committing mad sin Turn the
other cheek and I'll break your fucking chin Slaying boom-bangs like African drums, we'll be Coming around the
mountain when I
come Crazy flamboyant for the
rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius Take us the
fuck outta here [GZA:] The
Wu is too slamming for these Cold Killing labels Some ain't had hits since I
seen Aunt Mabel Be doing artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's getting stuck to the
gum under the
table That's what you get when you misuse what I
invent Your empire falls and you lose every cent For tryna blow up a
scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a
20-watt light bulb Should've pumped it when I
rocked it Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors, they're scared to death to pump these First of all, who's your A&R? A
mountain climber who plays an electric guitar? But he don't know the
meaning of dope When he's looking for a
suit-and-tie rap That's cleaner than a
bar of soap And I'm the
dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact, bring out the
girls, and let's have a
mud fight [RZA:] You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck