Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Hill Hill, Killah Killah Hill Killah Hill, Killah Killah
style, kid, yea For all my D.M.D. rec posse, You out Is you out there?
I throw your in the cobra clutch, behold the rush A display if you could get close enough Cold Crush like the four-stinger Fierce darts that'll through solid armor
Lounge in the with Blue and Cappadonna Spiderman identity, Peter Crowd pleaser register off the Vocal street, sweeper bucks shots through the
Pleasure seekers, thou' in the stands True fans get it hot like Jamaica land, wide like a eagle wingspan Clansman stabbin' the with both hands
Not a soul who falls for fool's gold I shine like a diamond in the true of cold Too hot to handle, too cold to Rap with a road block, I might control
Hold the in my iron palm One hand holds the on a mission that's life long Strike calm through the like Chaka Khan World on the web without the dot-com
Bees live in the place to be Burn degree on the M I C So deadly the catastrophe And this is the way we the party Say, rec, rec, rec
Yo, Bees swarmin' Protect ya neck, the warnin'? So, proceed with caution, I with my swordsmen We all in together, Wu-Tang gon' win
From Puerto Rico the caves of Berlin Echoin' through cell and federal pens It be the Wu-Tang, you came in They left the game mentally and bent
What I invent, sharp as fence I represent, sure to make a grand With the deadly lecture, contents pressure Inspectah, put your rep in the
Feather weight surrender TKO, first knockout, vets to big spenders Journey on the mic like Marco Internal bleedin' to your photo
Thoughts forth as wild as up north It's bloodsport, get rushed for tough But I hold my ground like it's high police tapes surround the mic room
I jump on a live Provide the Those who consume become faint from the
Killa Bees in the place to be Burn third on the M I C So deadly goes the And is the way we crash the party Rec, rec, rec