Wu-Tang Clan feat. Cappadonna - Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)

Wu-Tang Clan feat. Cappadonna - Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)
Album: The W

Lyrics:
[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you
All the way from the slums of Shaolin
Special uninvited guests, came in thru the back door
Ladies and gentlemen, it's them

[Inspectah Deck]
Dance with the Mantis, note the slim chances
Chant this, anthem, swing like Pete Sampras
Takin it straight, to big man on campus
Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas
Scandalous, made the Metro panic
Cause static, with or without the automatic
And while I'm at, yo, you got cash, pass it
It's drastic, got to send half to Dirty Bastard

[Raekwon]
Waves are spinnin, blades are spinnin
Slay 'em in the eighth innin
Stay truck, God stay playin linen
Kill rap, observe the Uptown, hoe feel that
Mink jeans on, seen with a real hat
Two thousand zealots, movin with an ill ego
For real, for real, ill lines, ill people
Yo bring it back, nine more civilians
Pollyin deals, monopoly in bills, y'all niggas lyin
Caught three hundred, lab look royal, wit a mean stomach
Gold broke, all seen, done it, words from the heavy set
If I don't eat then we already met
Fly ass work liver than coke

[Method Man]
Now what Clan you know with lines this ill?
Bust shots at Big Ben like we got Time to Kill
Niggas can't deal long, I'm just too high to tell
Put on my gasoline boots and walk thru Hell
With nine generals, nine niggas in your video
Nine milli blow, semi-auto' with no serial
Clan metaphysical, I speak for criminals
Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck with Digitals
Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen
My sword got a Jones, more heads for the severin
Johnny in the dungeon, takin all bets, throw your ones in
Scared money don't make money, throw your money in

[Masta Killa]
That's word to Jamel, San Juan Puerto Rico
Blowin Hydro on the beach with son Mico
My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow
Blowin the nozzle, hear it whistle
One in the head, this is code red, man for dead
X amount of led spray from the barrel
He clear the street like Carla on Carol
Fully equipped rifle banana clip shit
To make my niggas from East New York flip

[RZA]
You may catch me in a pair of Polo skip
Be matchin cap, razor blades in my gums (Bobby)
You may catch me in yellow Havana, Jones boots
Jumpin, my phaser off son (Bobby)
You might just catch me in the park playin chess
Studyin math, shinin seven in the sun (Bobby)
But you won't catch me without the ratchet
In the joint smoked out, dead po-po off point (Bobby)

[Ghostface Killah]
Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frostin
Your socks hangin out, yours just talkin
Rock so steadily, son I'm still crazy
Wrote my own Force MD's verse in the 80's
Nat Turner's with burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Taught y'all niggas how the rap reimburse me
Rock stales, Ruby Red sales, Bloomingdale blocks
Ox tails chopped up in the Caribbean spots
I'm nice, maxed out, creapin with the axe out
Murder beast bikini bitches switchin with they backs out

[U-God]
Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips
Bitch, I put my dick on your lips
Alabama, split hammers, sling quick
That David Bammer, gamma ray shit
Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch
My powder voice, Snow White stiff
Verbal killers, gorilla grips
God-body shit, puff Marley spliffs

[Cappadonna]
You might see me in a six, that's not my style
You might see me with a bitch, that's not my child
I be in the Benzo keep a low profile
Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile
I'm tryin to get money, y'all cats wild
I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild
I'mma chip off the ball game, got small game
Live life to the fullest, still want more fame
Darts on layaway, beats on standby
Outfits pressed up, ready for air time

[GZA]
Run on the track like Jesse Owens
Broke the record flowin, without any knowin
That my wordplay, one to four hundred meter relay
It's on once I grab the baton from the DJ
An athlete with his iron cleat in the ground
Wireless nigga who sprint off the gun sound
The best time yet still seven point O
Swift flow, made the camera man clothes blow