Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Hill Killah Hill, 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 brain in the cobra clutch, behold the A dazzlin' display if you could get close Crush like the four-stinger anaconda Fierce that'll pierce through solid armor
Lounge in the barracks with Blue and identity, Peter Parker Crowd register off the meter Vocal street, bucks shots through the speaker
Pleasure seekers, fifty thou' in the True fans get it hot like Jamaica Conquer land, wide a eagle wingspan Clansman stabbin' the with both hands
Not a lost soul who falls for fool's I shine a diamond in the true state of cold Too hot to handle, too cold to Rap with a road block, I lose control
Hold the in my iron palm One holds the firearm on a mission that's life long Strike calm through the fire like Khan World wide on the web the dot-com
Killa Bees in the place to be Burn third on the M I C So goes the catastrophe And this is the way we crash the Say, rec, rec, rec
Yo, Killa 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 through cell blocks and federal pens It be the Wu-Tang, you came in left the game mentally and physically bent
What I invent, sharp as barbwire I represent, sure to make a grand With the deadly lecture, under pressure Inspectah, put your rep in the
Feather weight contenders TKO, first round knockout, to big spenders Journey on the mic like Polo Internal bleedin' occurs to photo
Thoughts brought forth as as up north It's bloodsport, get rushed for talk But I my ground like it's high noon While police tapes the mic room
I on a live tune the boom Those who consume become from the fumes
Bees 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 Rec, rec, rec