Wu-Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off) Lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off) Video

(INS)

Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you

All the way from the slums of Shaolin

Special uninvited guests

Came in through the back door

Ladies and gentlemen, it's them!

 

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 it, yo, you got cash, pass it

It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard

 

(Raekwon)

Ayo, ayo

Waves is spinnin, blades is spinnin

Slay em in the eighth inning

Stay truck, god stay playin linen

Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that

Mink jeans on, seen where the real at

2000 zitos, movin wit a ill ego

For real, for real, ill lines, ill people

Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians

Pollyin deals, monopoly and bills

Y'all niggas lyin

Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach

Go broke, all seen, done it

Words from the heavy set

If I don't eat, then we already met

Fly ass bro, liver than coke

 

(Meth)

Now what Clan you know wit lines this ill?

Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill

Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell

Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell

Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video

9 milli blow, semi auto wit no serial

Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals

Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck wit digital

Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen

My sword got a jones, more heads for the severing

Johnny in the dungeon, takin all bets, throw ya ones in

Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in

 

(Masta Killa)

That's word to Jah Mo, San Juan, Puerto Rico

Blowin hydro on a beach wit Tamiko

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 lead spray from the barrel

Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carroll

Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit

To make my niggas from East New York flip

 

(Bobby Digital)

Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap

Razor blades in my gums (BOBBY!)

You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe's goose jumper

And my phaser off stun (BOBBY!)

Y'all might just catch me in the park playin chess, studyin math

Signin 7 and a sun (BOBBY!)

But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the joint

Smoked out, dead broke or off point (BOBBY!)

 

(Ghostface)

Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frosting

Your socks hangin out, yours is talkin

Rock so steadily, son, I'm still crazy

Sport my old Force MD furs in the 80's

Nat Turners wit burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee

Taught y'all niggas how to rap, reimburse me

Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks

Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots

I'm nice, maxed out, creepin wit the ax out

Murder these bikini bitches, switchin with they backs out

 

(U-God)

Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips

Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips

Alabama split, hammer slay quick

That David Banner gamma ray shit

Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch

My powder voice, Snow White stiff

Verbal killas, gorilla grip

God body shit, puff Marley spliffs

 

(Cappadonna)

You might see me in a 6, that's not my style

You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child

I be in the benzo, keep a low profile

Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile

Tryna get money, y'all cats is wild

I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild

I'm a chip off the board game, got sword game

Live life to the fullest, still want more fame

Darts on layaway, beats on standby

Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime

 

(GZA)

Run on the track like Jesse Owens

Broke the record flowin, without any knowin

That my wordplay run the 400 meter relay

It's on once I grab the baton from the DJ

A athlete wit his iron cleat in the ground

Wildest nigga who sprint off the gun sound

The best time yet still 7.0

Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blow

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Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Revolution Lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Revolution Video

These things just took over me

Just took over my whole body

So I can't even see no more

I'm calling my black woman a bitch

I'm calling my peoples all kinds of thing that they not

I'm lost brother, can you help me

Can you help me brother, please

 

You see what we did, we lost the love

I'm talking 'bout the love

The love of your own

 

But brother, but brother, but brother, check this out

I still don't understand man, I'm all high off this shit man

 

Well, what I'm trying to say my brother

Why, why do we kill each other

Look at our children, what kind of a future

This is the training thats gonna be given to you

By the Wu, brothers and sisters

The revolution, the revolution

It's time to rise, and take our place

Will be televised, televised

So we can inherit the universe

The planet earth belongs to God

This is ninety, ninety, ninety-seven

Every square inch of it

That he chose for himself

Is the best part

Yeah, the revolution should be, televised)

By every strong woman

To the highest power

You'll find a strong man

And by every strong man

You'll find a strong woman

Wont you agree

The universe is not completed

Without the sun, moon, and stars

Wont you be for real

Thats man, woman, and child

To the highest power

To all you fake ass niggas who

Think you gonna survive out here

Without your black woman, you're wrong

They have attraction powers on the planet

I wanna be free

We are original man, the Asiatic black man

The maker, the arthur, the cream of the planet earth

Wanna be free, yeah

Father of civilization and daughter of the universe

Want to be free, oh yeah

The population was seventeen men

With the two man indians

Making a total of nineteen men for all

Being, for all men, all over the planet earth

Magneta, magneta, magneta, Wu revolution king yeah

Arise you gods, cause the time for the revolutional war

Thats the mental war

Malcolm X, Malcolm X, Malcolm X

Thats the battle between god and devil

Gonna be free

Take the devil off your plane

Take him off your mental mentality

Take him off your brain

Make a change, from my mind

Leave all the ciggarettes and guns

The alcohol and everything

Thats the mental devil that exists within your body

Take this pain

Thats destroying and decaying your mind

Take these chains, off my mind

The mind controls the body

Everything within must come out

Want to be free

Don't look towards the sky

Cause there's no heaven above

Don't look down beneath your feet

There's no hell below

Want to be free

But heaven and hell exist within

Heaven is what you make it and

Hell is what you're going through

There is only one, god

There is a whole new one, faith

There is a holy one

World, revolution yeah

At one time it was told to me

Yeah

That man came from monkeys, ha ha ha

That we was swinging from trees

I hardly can believe that unless

I'm dumb deaf and blind

Save the children

You ever heard about the ape man

Gonna be free

And the ape woman

 

Hey, want to be free

You have a mankind

That has a beginning to him

And its ending is about to come

Oooh, yeah

If you take one step

I will take one with you

Through the stormy vein

Swim the deepest sea, with you my brother

I know, you got to be strong

Gotta hold on

Now the story is about to close

It was a hundred percent of us

Save the children

That came on the slave ships

Eighty five percent of our future

They're our future

Was uncivilized

Poison animal eaters

They're slaves of the mental powers

Save the children

They don't know who the true living god is

And all the orchards in the world

Save the children

So they worship what they know not

And let evil lead them in the wrong direction

Far fewer men than right

Now you got the ten percent

Who are rich slave niggas of the poor

Who teach the poor lies

To make the people believe

That the old mighty true living god

Is a spook in the sky

Save the children

And you can't see him with the physical eyes

They're also known as blood suckers of the poor

Save the children

And then you got the five percent

Who are the poor rightous people who do not believe

The teachers of the ten percent

Save the children

Who is all wise and know that the true

And living god, and teach that the true

And living god is supreme being black

Man from within

Otherwise known as civilized people

Also Muslims, and Muslims sons

Peace we out

 

(Cut to Kung-Fu clip)

 

I have given it much thought

It seems, disaster must come

At best, only postponed

Shaolin Kung-Fu to survive

Must now be taught to more young men

We must expand, get more pupils

So that the knowledge will spreads

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Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man Lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man Video

Intro Part One: Method Man (album version)

 

Yeahhh, torture motherfucker what?

(Torture nigga what?)

What?

I'll fuckin

I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost

With your ass cheeks spread out and shit

Right?

Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there

For like a half hour

Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like

Tssssssss

 

(Yeah, I'll fuckin)

( Yeah I'll fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser)

( Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser)

( And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat)

Ooooohhhh

(Whassup? BLAOWWW!!)

 

I'll fuckin

I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth

And stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!

(I'll fuckin)

 

(I'll fuckin)

( I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick)

( off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker)

 

I'll fuckin

I'll fuckin

Sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you

And feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you

 

Intro Part Two: Genius (all versions)

 

(Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice)

( Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah?)

( Niggaz is whylin, check it out kid)

 

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again

The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef

U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man

 

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

 

Verse One:

 

Hey, you, get off my cloud

You don't know me and you don't know my style

Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam?

Here I am here I am, the Method Man

Patty cake patty cake hey the method man

Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan

Peanut butter, cuz I'm not butter

In fact I snap back like a rubber

Band, I be Sam Sam I am

And I don't eat green eggs and ham

Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn

You be like oh shit that's the jam

Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild

I'm about to blow light me up

Upside downside inside and outside

Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt

I am, the one and only Method Man

The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran

Wrap, with some of this and some of that

Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat

Over there, but I think he best to beware

Of the diggy dog shit right here

Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo

Like Deck said this ain't your average flow

Comin like rah ooh ah archie graw

Tell me how ya like it so far baby more

The poetry's in motion coast to coast and

Rub it on your skin like lotion

What's the commotion, oh my lord

Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword

Hey hey hey like Fat Albert

It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it

It's the Method

 

Break:

 

All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins

Don't forget your fourty

And we gonna do it like this

 

I got, fat bags of skunk

I got, White Owl blunts

And I'm about to go get lifted

Yes I'm about to go get lifted

 

I got, myself a fourty

I got, myself a shorty

And I'm about to go and stick it

Yes I'm about to go and stick it

 

Verse Two:

 

Uhh

H-U-F-F huff and I puff

Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin

Zoom, I hit the mic like boom

Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes

Question what exactly is a panty raider

Ill behaviour savior or major flavor

All of the above oh yeah plus I do so

Also flam I'm the man call me super

Not an average Joe with an average flow

Doing average things with average hoes

Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm

For my, Su-per Sperm (check it)

Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked

I smell sess pass the Method

Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics

Missles and shoot game like a pistol

Clip is loaded when I click bang dang

A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain

J-U-M-P jump and I thump

Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump

Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me

Child, the whole damn isle is callin me

P-A-N-T-Y-R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry

Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me

Ooh I be the super sperm

Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie

Freak a flow and flow fancy free

Now how many licks does it take

For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break

Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang

Fadin motherfuckers like bleach

So to each and every crew

You're clear like glass I can see right through

You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd

And ya didn't have friends to begin with

I'm

 

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

 

Here I am, here I am, the Method Man

 

Outro: RZA

 

Straight from the slums of Shaolin

Wu-Tang Killa B'z on a swarm

(Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)

 

*coughing*

(Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace)

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Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M. Lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M. Video

(Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man)

 

What that nigga want God?

Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)

(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby

Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up

KnowhatI'msayin?

(Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M. get...)

Yeah, check this ol fly shit out

Word up

(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint

(C. R. E. A. M. get the money) Here we here we go

(Dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

 

(Verse One: Raekwon the Chef)

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side

Staying alive was no jive

At second hands, moms bounced on old men

So then we moved to Shaolin land

A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose

Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot

And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one

And that one, pullin out gats for fun

But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend

Started smokin woolies at sixteen

And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes

Making my way on fire escapes

No question I would speed, for cracks and weed

The combination made my eyes bleed

No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all

Sticking up white boys in ball courts

My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater

Times is ruff and tuff like leather

Figured out I went the wrong route

So I got with a sick ass click and went all out

Catchin keys from across seas

Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's

Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the TEC-9

Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now

 

(Chorus: Method Man)

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M Get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M Get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

 

(Verse Two: Inspector Deck)

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin

Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival

I peep at the shape of the streets

And stay awake to the ways of the world, cause shit is deep

A man with a dream with plans to make C. R. E. A. M

Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15

A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much

Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...

The court played me short, now I face incarceration

Pacin' going up state's my destination

Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us

Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough

But as the world turns I learned life is hell

Living in the world no different from a cell

Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base

Smokin bones in the staircase

Though I don't know why I chose to smoke cess

I guess, that's the time when I'm not depressed

But I'm still depressed, and I ask, what's it worth?

Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth

Who explained working hard may help you maintain

To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain

We got stickup kids, corrupt cops and crack rocks

And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot

Leave it up to me while I be living proof

To kick the truth to the young black youth

But shorty's running wild smokin cess, drinkin beer

And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear

Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted

That what? That life is hectic

 

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M Get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M Get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M Get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M Get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

 

Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill

YaknowhatI'msayin?

Cuz we can't just get by no more

Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down

 

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash Rules Everything Around Me

C. R. E. A. M get the money, dollar, dollar bill

Y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH

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