Best verse on Protect Ya Neck
Fatback
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Following on the Wu solo thread. I was wondering what people thought about this one...[Inspector Deck]I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe FrazierThe hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavorTerrorize the jam like troops in PakistanSwingin through your town like your neighborhood SpidermanSo uhh, tic toc and keep tickinWhile I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickinThe Lone Ranger, code red, danger!Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apartThe vandal, too hot to handleYa battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin CampbellRoughneck, Inspector Deck's on the setThe rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal[Raekwon]The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smileRae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinatorRhymes rugged and built like SchwarzeneggerAnd I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your projectThen take all your assetsCause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next manCause I grab the clip andHit ya with sixteen shots and more I gotGoin to war with the meltin pot hot[Method]It's the Method Man for short Mr. MethMovin on your left, aah!And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gatI wanna break full, cock me backSmall change, they puttin shame in the gameI take aim and blow that nigga out the frameAnd like Fame!!, my style'll live foreverNiggaz crossin over, but they don't know no betterBut I do, true, can I get a "sue"Nuff respect due to the one-six-oohI mean ohh, yo check out the flowlike the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustinNiggaz off because I'm hot like sauceThe smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*[U-God]Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwedOww, here comes my Shaolin styleSloop-B and my b-boy's Uto my crew with the "suuue"[Ol Dirty Bastard]First things first man you're fuckin with the worstI'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurseI'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mackCome fully packed with a fat rugged stackShame on you when you stepped through toThe Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn ZooAnd I'll be damned if I let any manCome to my center, you enter, the winterStraight up and down that shit packed jamYou can't slam, don't let me get fool on him manThe Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkinAson, Unique rollin with the night of the creepsNiggaz be rollin with a stash ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass![Ghostface Killah]For cryin out loud my style is wild so book meNot long is how long that this rhyme took meEjectin, styles from my lethal weaponMy pen that rocks from here to OregonHere's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashbackI love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust backI come with shit that's all types of shapes and soundsAnd where I lounge is my stompin groundsI give a order to my peeps across the waterTo go and snatch up props all around the borderAnd get far like a shootin starCause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo EscobarPoint blank as I kick the square biz There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes[RZA]Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need thatIt's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed atFeelin mad hostile, ran the apostleFlowin like Christ when I speaks the gospelStroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus stylethe ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sinTurn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chinSlayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)Comin around the mountain when I comeCrazy flamboyant for the rap enjoymentMy clan increase like black unemploymentYeah, another one dare, G-Gka-GeniusTake us the fuck outta here[Genius]The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labelsSome ain't had hits since I seen Aunt MabelBe doin artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the tableThat's what ya get when ya misuse what I inventYour empire falls and ya lose every centFor tryin to blow up a scrubNow that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulbShould of pumped it when I rocked itNiggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pocketsThis goes on in some companiesWith majors they're scared to death to pump theseFirst of all, who's your A&RA mountain climber who plays an electric guitarBut he don't know the meaning of dopeWhen he's lookin for a suit and tie rapthat's cleaner than a bar of soapAnd I'm the dirtiest thing in sightMatter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight[*sounds of fighting*]
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First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin 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 stepped 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 packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin
Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps
Niggaz be rollin with a stash
ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!
haha.
GZA - flow and words.
nah... i'm gonna go with the rebel INS on this one.
"Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman"
The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin 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 ya get when ya misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and ya lose every cent
For tryin to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should of pumped it when I rocked it
Niggaz 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 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
the clean edit sounds even doper than the dirty on that verse.
Ghostface achieves a good balance of both, but not really on this cut.
Gotta love Ghostfaces verse though......for mentioning Oregon.
usually b-digital verses are lukewarm, but this one is one of my favorites.
i have it tattooed on my back.
Yup--and such was the pattern for all other big Wu posse cuts ("Triumph," "The Jump Off," etc.)
however, "turn the other cheek and i'll break your fuckin chin." is
couldn't disagree more
i love Ghostface, but i think his verse is actually the weakest one in the whole song, really nothing special about it... Ghost took a while to really develop his own unique style..
"spiiiii-derman". Hang in there!
The verse has not withstood the test of time.
Verse One: Ghostface Killah
The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex
Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons
Corner sittin wine niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon
Cuz I be duckin crazy spades
The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs
Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up
You're out of luck like two dogs stuck
Iron Man be sippin rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable
Noriega, aimin knives which stay windy in Chicago
spine-tingle, mind boggles
Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough
Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so
I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth
Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don
Verse Two: Killah Priest
I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me
Loungin, between two pillars of ivory
I'm lively, my dome piece, is like buildin stones in Greece
my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak
I'm overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm
My eye's the vision, memory is the film
Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds
They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd
No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit
Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip
And throw all types of fits
I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips
Verse Three: The RZA
Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin
No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children
A hit was sent, from the President, to rage your residence
Because you had secret evidence, and documents
On how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent
dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew
The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu
Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes
of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim
like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral
use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow
Rollin with the Lands, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen
Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions
Verse Four: The Genius/GZA (Maximillion)
The banks of G, all CREAM downs a vet
Money feed good, opposites off the set
It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax free shit by any means
Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM
I learned much from such with cons who run scams
Veterans got the game spiced like hams
And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn
Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn
Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength
that made me truncate the limp on temp
with the stump, treat his hips like air pumps
RZA shaped the track, niggaz caught razor bumps
Scarred tryin to figure who invented
this unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted
Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues
Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse