Killah Priest is a tangential associate of the Wu-Tang Clan. The Brooklyn n… Read Full Bio ↴Killah Priest is a tangential associate of the Wu-Tang Clan. The Brooklyn native made his first recorded appearances on records by such Wu side projects and solo albums as the Gravediggaz, Ol' Dirty Bastard's Return to the 36 Chambers, and, most importantly, Genius/GZA's seminal Liquid Swords. His contributions became legendary and paved the way for the release of his acclaimed debut album, Heavy Mental, in the spring of 1998.
Born in Brooklyn, New York and raised in Bedford-Stuyvesant and Brownsville, Killah Priest became infatuated with hip-hop as a child, listening to old-school and new school acts like Eric B. & Rakim alike. He also was influenced by local rappers, like GZA and Onyx's Suave, who would often play local parties. Killah Priest began working on his rhyming and eventually earned a considerable reputation in Brooklyn , but instead of pursuing his musical career further, he took a sabbatical in order to educate himself, primarily about religion and history.
Killah Priest returned to rapping in 1995, appearing on several Wu projects. All of his cameos were noteworthy, but his role on Liquid Swords earned special attention. By the end of 1996, he formed his own side project, the Sunz of Man. In 1997, GZA suggested to Geffen that they sign Killah Priest, and the label took his advice.
Killah worked on the album with True Master and 4th Disciple, two producers associated with the Clan. The resulting album, Heavy Mental, was dense with religious imagery and filled with evocative sounds. It received excellent reviews upon its March 1998 release and was a respectable commercial success, debuting at number 24 on the pop charts.
Killah Priest issued his second album, View from Masada, in the spring of 2000, further bolstering his status as one of the most compelling solo artists in the Wu-Tang stable. After that he has released more projects such as Priesthood and Black August.
Born in Brooklyn, New York and raised in Bedford-Stuyvesant and Brownsville, Killah Priest became infatuated with hip-hop as a child, listening to old-school and new school acts like Eric B. & Rakim alike. He also was influenced by local rappers, like GZA and Onyx's Suave, who would often play local parties. Killah Priest began working on his rhyming and eventually earned a considerable reputation in Brooklyn , but instead of pursuing his musical career further, he took a sabbatical in order to educate himself, primarily about religion and history.
Killah Priest returned to rapping in 1995, appearing on several Wu projects. All of his cameos were noteworthy, but his role on Liquid Swords earned special attention. By the end of 1996, he formed his own side project, the Sunz of Man. In 1997, GZA suggested to Geffen that they sign Killah Priest, and the label took his advice.
Killah worked on the album with True Master and 4th Disciple, two producers associated with the Clan. The resulting album, Heavy Mental, was dense with religious imagery and filled with evocative sounds. It received excellent reviews upon its March 1998 release and was a respectable commercial success, debuting at number 24 on the pop charts.
Killah Priest issued his second album, View from Masada, in the spring of 2000, further bolstering his status as one of the most compelling solo artists in the Wu-Tang stable. After that he has released more projects such as Priesthood and Black August.
Protect Ya Neck 2
Killah Priest Lyrics
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See let a nigga come through with that bullshit
Anytime you pop that shit nigga
I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy
I know, it'll come to what? Say what?
Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers know
Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
You from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker!
Where you reside, motherfucker! How you live? How you see
Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout
Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaow!
Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm inflicting this
It's that g type slang that makes this real sickening
Ignite my styles I got my hand 'pon the trigger
Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga
Yo, straight actin live about them hell fires
A known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terror
The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate water
Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the mission
Travel like the speed of wind
Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many man
Serving justice in my vicinity
(This is, Brooklyn, zoo)
I get down I get down I crack your fuckin' crown
Lay around and watch some real niggas break ground
I can't shop 'cause every bro blowin' up the spot
Hit rocks and niggas know
Yo, niggas grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion
Nervous, that's why the zoo brought me in
Now bring em forth, like the tortures at the courts
Before the case begin, first break me in
His brain! And make sure he can't maintain the calmness
Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this
Stage like, now appears to be the moon
Now your posse is your fuckin' platoon
Stale cells, just flows through the air
I'm like a ninja, once I send ya down stairs
Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist
With the cleverest rhyme
Erupt to deduct your fuckin' mind
Fuck shit up on the hurry-up
Known for burying ducks through more styles than a muck
Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch
Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump
Never fall victim to no bitch
Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp
And score more points than Shawn Kemp
Keepin' powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!
Ol' dirty bastard live and uncut
(Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a)
Got more props than the president
My hardcore represent, blowin' niggas back who never had this
'Cause I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped
The shit I'm kickin', send it to your moms for Christmas
And tell her shorty shit stain sent it
Soon to have more green than the jolly green giant
'Cause niggas rap styles just down is aspired
You should of stayed home instead of picking up a microphone
But if you want to run on up, like you tough
I call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore
Stuff, I shine like twenty-four carat
Roll and stroll with the party scene
Nigga want to know me as Mr. Clean
Wza-wza-wza-wza-wu-tang, flip the script and
Test my skill niggas, you're trippin'
Drugged up from sniffin', you're the one who's riffin'
I'm not opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
Start to flip, slip, 'cause you're slippin'
While you sleep I be the god on point, with Scottie Pippen
As I, jump on stage, flip rip a show
Strip and rip a hoe, way like bo'
Jackson while I'm still taxin' maxin'
Relaxin' sittin' back sellin' good tracks and
Again and again when I rock the jam
Want to see em up in the air! Throw up your hand
Introducin', one man band in town
It's wild, with the style couldn't stand nigga
When the jump, stepped, to the center
Of the rhyme inventor, MC's come at the
You get dap slapped, across the MC map
Your ass that's your ass, on a whore shot
Come on through I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get rudy with the Hong Kong foo
Ol' dirty bastard, MC killer
Money maker, Brooklyn, challenger
That I lay down like towel
Then I get higher!
Here comes the ill, type ruffer
Style be untouched I'm leavin' broken down grammars on the pen
Who who what? What brings it? Tighter than your anus
Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers
Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill
Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's mill
60 second, nucleus, attack on your set
Hit you with the blast (yo close the door)
Shabazz!
Anytime you pop that shit nigga
I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy
I know, it'll come to what? Say what?
Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers know
Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
You from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker!
Where you reside, motherfucker! How you live? How you see
Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout
Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaow!
Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm inflicting this
It's that g type slang that makes this real sickening
Ignite my styles I got my hand 'pon the trigger
Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga
Yo, straight actin live about them hell fires
A known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terror
The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate water
Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the mission
Travel like the speed of wind
Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many man
Serving justice in my vicinity
(This is, Brooklyn, zoo)
I get down I get down I crack your fuckin' crown
Lay around and watch some real niggas break ground
I can't shop 'cause every bro blowin' up the spot
Hit rocks and niggas know
Yo, niggas grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion
Nervous, that's why the zoo brought me in
Now bring em forth, like the tortures at the courts
Before the case begin, first break me in
His brain! And make sure he can't maintain the calmness
Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this
Stage like, now appears to be the moon
Now your posse is your fuckin' platoon
Stale cells, just flows through the air
I'm like a ninja, once I send ya down stairs
Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist
With the cleverest rhyme
Erupt to deduct your fuckin' mind
Fuck shit up on the hurry-up
Known for burying ducks through more styles than a muck
Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch
Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump
Never fall victim to no bitch
Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp
And score more points than Shawn Kemp
Keepin' powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!
Ol' dirty bastard live and uncut
(Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a)
Got more props than the president
My hardcore represent, blowin' niggas back who never had this
'Cause I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped
The shit I'm kickin', send it to your moms for Christmas
And tell her shorty shit stain sent it
Soon to have more green than the jolly green giant
'Cause niggas rap styles just down is aspired
You should of stayed home instead of picking up a microphone
But if you want to run on up, like you tough
I call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore
Stuff, I shine like twenty-four carat
Roll and stroll with the party scene
Nigga want to know me as Mr. Clean
Wza-wza-wza-wza-wu-tang, flip the script and
Test my skill niggas, you're trippin'
Drugged up from sniffin', you're the one who's riffin'
I'm not opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
Start to flip, slip, 'cause you're slippin'
While you sleep I be the god on point, with Scottie Pippen
As I, jump on stage, flip rip a show
Strip and rip a hoe, way like bo'
Jackson while I'm still taxin' maxin'
Relaxin' sittin' back sellin' good tracks and
Again and again when I rock the jam
Want to see em up in the air! Throw up your hand
Introducin', one man band in town
It's wild, with the style couldn't stand nigga
When the jump, stepped, to the center
Of the rhyme inventor, MC's come at the
You get dap slapped, across the MC map
Your ass that's your ass, on a whore shot
Come on through I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get rudy with the Hong Kong foo
Ol' dirty bastard, MC killer
Money maker, Brooklyn, challenger
That I lay down like towel
Then I get higher!
Here comes the ill, type ruffer
Style be untouched I'm leavin' broken down grammars on the pen
Who who what? What brings it? Tighter than your anus
Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers
Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill
Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's mill
60 second, nucleus, attack on your set
Hit you with the blast (yo close the door)
Shabazz!
The lyrics to Killah Priest's song "Protect Ya Neck 2" are filled with aggressive and confrontational language, reflecting a defiant and assertive attitude. The song begins with a proclamation that the artist won't tolerate any nonsense or disrespect, asserting that anyone who comes at him with bullshit can "suck a dick" or "suck a pussy." The lyrics also express a sense of pride in the artist's hometown, Brooklyn, and a disregard for where others come from or how they live.
As the song continues, it delves into themes of violence, mental instability, and a thirst for justice. It paints a picture of a dangerous individual with a penchant for inflicting harm, describing themselves as a "known mental killer" and an "assassin of terror." The lyrics also touch on the artist's ability to manipulate and control others, mentioning the power to influence and ultimately destroy.
Overall, "Protect Ya Neck 2" showcases Killah Priest's aggressive and confrontational style, with lyrics that highlight a sense of pride, defiance, and a willingness to exert power and dominance.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Robert F. Diggs, Russell T. Jones
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Sound Leader
a list of the hardest tracks i know would like some more suggestions as well
Ol' Dirty Bastard - Proteck Ya Neck II The Zoo
Gravediggaz - Here Comes The Gravediggaz
Cypress Hill - No Rest for the Wicked
Ice Cube - Wicked
Onyx - Walk In New York
Wu Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck
Insane Poetry - Faith In Chaos
DMX - X Gon' Give It To Ya
Brotha Lynch Hung - 24 Deep
Dr. dre ft. Snoop dogg - Deep cover
Snoop doggy dogg - Murder was the case
Cypress Hill - I Ain't Goin' Out Like That
Tear Da Club Up Thugs-Hypnotize Minds/Prophet Posse
Three 6 Mafia - Beacon N Blender
Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz - Get Crunk
Mobb Deep - Survival Of The Fittest
Westside Connection - Bow Down
Kevin Blackwell
This song is pure adrenaline
Adam Gordon
That’s what the Wu lost the most when ODB died ✊🏾
D'Incredible Sdash
5 cups of COFFEE!
John C. Hammersticks
This should play every time a fight starts. Anyone remember wu tang shaolin style for PS2? That game was awesome
Kim
Oh, this is 90's rap from NY
FranceBread
@D'Incredible Sdash laced with a couple pills.
Chris Cypher
I remember having such low expectations buying this album. As such a big Wu fan, I felt obligated to get it eventually, but I put it off for a long time. Then after listening through the first time, I remember thinking "ODB is a genius!" I was shocked how much I liked it and realized that just writing him off as "the crazy one just fucking around," was overlooking the complexity of his flow AND his creativity. And I know I wasn't the only one. But Return to 36 Chambers is such an underrated album...and this was probably my favorite song on it. SO GRIMEY!
Matt Holder
not underrated its the best Wu album ever
joesomenumbers
It was fucked up that GZA said he wrote all of ODBs songs after he died. Like I don't believe it, but even if it was true, why say it.
Coin Op
I hate it when people say some classic album or rapper is underrated. It's you that underrated it/them.