Oli Grant - Protect Ya Neck lyrics

[Intro] Caller: "So wha**up, man?" DJ: "Coolin', man." C: "Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you why right?" DJ: "Why?" C: "Because, you, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?" DJ: "Yeah." C: "You know what I wanna hear, right?" DJ: "Whatchu wanna hear?" C: "I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint." DJ: "Wu-Tang again?" C: "Ah yeah, again and again." [Verse 1: Inspectah 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 Spider-Man So uhh, tick tock and keep tickin' While I get you flippin' off the sh** that I'm kickin' 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 sayin' goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal [Verse 2: 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 a**a**inator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat Blow up your project, then take all your a**ets 'Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb sh** like Meth So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man 'Cause I grab the clip and Hit you with 16 shots and more, I got Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh [Verse 3: Method Man] It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Mef Movin' on your left, UH! And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat I wanna break, fool, co*k me back Small change, they puttin' shame in the game I take aim and blow the n***a out the frame And like fame, my style will live forever n***as crossin' over, but they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a "Suuu"? Nuff respect due to the 1-6-oooh I mean ohhh, yo, check out the flow Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin' n***as off, because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical blunt make me *cough* [Interlude: 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 a "Suuuuuuu" [Ol Dirty ba*tard] C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby C'mon, baby baby, c'mon [RZA] Yo, you best protect ya neck [Verse 4: Ol Dirty ba*tard] First things first, man, you're f**in' with the worst I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a f**in' nurse I'll attack any n***a who slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty ba*tard straight from the Brooklyn Zu And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center, you enter the winter Straight up and down, that sh** is packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him, man The Ol' Dirty ba*tard is dirty and stinkin' Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps n***as be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash Bite my style, I'll bite your motherf**in' a** [Verse 5: Ghostface k**ah] 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 weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon There'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 sh** in all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin' 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 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 f**in' with pros, and there it goes [Verse 6: RZA] Yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the f**'s your seed at? Feelin' mad hostile, wearin' Aéropostale Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy robe, then attack the globe With the buck-us style, the ruckus Ten times ten men committin' mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your f**in' chin Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (He'll be) comin' around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah, another one down Ju-Jugger-Genius, take us the f** outta here [Verse 7: GZA] The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold k**in' 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 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 n***as so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors, they're scared to d**h 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 meanin' of dope When he's lookin' 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! [Outro: RZA] You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck