Oh, Hill, Killah Killah Hill Killah Hill, Killah Hill Killah Hill, Killah Hill
style, kid, yea For all my D.M.D. rec posse, You out there? Is you out
I your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the rush A dazzlin' display if you get close enough Cold Crush like the anaconda darts that'll pierce through solid armor
Lounge in the with Blue and Cappadonna Spiderman identity, Parker Crowd register off the meter street, sweeper bucks shots through the speaker
Pleasure seekers, fifty thou' in the True fans get it hot Jamaica sands Conquer land, wide like a wingspan Clansman stabbin' the track with hands
Not a lost soul who falls for gold I like a diamond in the true state of cold Too hot to handle, too to hold Rap with a block, I might lose control
Hold the globe in my palm One hand holds the firearm on a that's life long Strike through the fire like Chaka Khan World on the web without the dot-com
Killa live in the place to be Burn degree on the M I C So goes the catastrophe And this is the way we the party Say, rec, rec, rec
Yo, Bees swarmin' Protect ya neck, what's the So, proceed with caution, I walk with my We all in together, Wu-Tang forever win
From Puerto Rico 'cross the of Berlin Echoin' through cell and federal pens It be the Wu-Tang, you came in left the game mentally and physically bent
What I invent, sharp as fence I represent, sure to make a entrance With the deadly lecture, under pressure Inspectah, put your rep in the
Feather contenders surrender TKO, first round knockout, vets to big on the mic like Marco Polo Internal occurs to your photo
Thoughts brought forth as wild as up It's bloodsport, get for tough talk But I hold my ground like it's noon While tapes surround the mic room
I jump on a tune the boom Those who consume become faint the fumes
Killa live in the place to be Burn degree on the M I C So deadly goes the And this is the way we the party Rec, rec, rec