Protect Ya Neck (feat. RZA, Method Man, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon, U-God, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Ghostface Killah & GZA)
Wu-Tang Clan
嘻哈/饒舌
573,371
音樂影片
音樂影片
積分
演出藝人
Wu-Tang Clan
演出者
RZA
編程
Method Man
聲樂
Inspectah Deck
聲樂
Raekwon
聲樂
U-God
聲樂
Ol' Dirty Bastard
聲樂
Ghostface Killah
聲樂
GZA
聲樂
4th Disciple
刷碟
詞曲
Clifford Smith
詞曲創作
Corey Woods
詞曲創作
Dennis Coles
詞曲創作
Gary Grice
詞曲創作
Jason Hunter
詞曲創作
Lamont Hawkins
詞曲創作
Robert Diggs
詞曲創作
Russell Jones
詞曲創作
RZA
編曲
製作與工程團隊
RZA
製作人
Ethan Ryman
工程師
Chris Gehringer
母帶工程師
Mitchell Diggs
執行製作
Robert Diggs
執行製作
Oli Grant
執行製作
歌詞
[Verse 1]
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 (So set it off)
Watch your step kid, watch your step kid (The Inspectah Deck)
[Verse 2]
I smoke on the mic like Smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uh, tick tock and keep ticking
While I get you flipping off the **** 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
[Verse 3]
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 **** like math
So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man
'Cause I'll grab the clip and
Hit you with 16 shots and more, I got
Going to war with the melting pot, akh
[Verse 4]
It's the Method Man, for short, Mr. Meth
Moving on your left, uh
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 **** out the frame
And like fame, my style'll live forever
**** crossing over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "SUUUUU!"?
'Nuff respect due to the 1-6-ooh
I mean O, yo, check out the flow
Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dusting
**** off, because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt make me–
[Verse 5]
Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed
Ow, here comes my Shaolin style
True B-A-ba-B-Y-U
To my crew with a "SUUUUU!"
[Verse 6]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C'mon, baby-baby, c'mon, baby-baby (Protect ya neck)
Baby, c'mon, baby-baby, c'mon
Yo, you best protect ya neck!
[Verse 7]
First things first, man, you're **** with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your head like a **** nurse
I'll attack any **** 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 **** 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
**** be rolling with a stash, ain't saying cash
Bite my style, I'll bite your **** ass
[Verse 8]
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 **** 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 **** with pros and there it goes
[Verse 9]
Yo, chill!
With the feedback, black, we don't need that
It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the **** your seed at?
Feeling mad hostile, wearing Aéropostale
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 **** 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 **** outta here
[Verse 10]
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
**** 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
Written by: Wu-Tang Clan
