Oh, Killah Hill, 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 throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the A dazzlin' display if you could get enough Cold like the four-stinger anaconda Fierce darts that'll through solid armor
Lounge in the barracks Blue and Cappadonna identity, Peter Parker Crowd pleaser off the meter Vocal street, sweeper bucks shots the speaker
Pleasure seekers, fifty in the stands True fans get it hot Jamaica sands Conquer land, like a eagle wingspan stabbin' the track with both hands
Not a lost soul who for fool's gold I shine a diamond in the true state of cold Too hot to handle, too to hold Rap with a road block, I might control
Hold the globe in my palm One hand holds the firearm on a mission that's life calm through the fire like Chaka Khan World wide on the web the dot-com
Killa Bees live in the to be third degree 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, what's the So, proceed with caution, I walk with my We all in together, forever gon' win
Puerto Rico 'cross the caves of Berlin Echoin' through cell and federal pens It be the Wu-Tang, you in when They left the mentally and physically bent
What I invent, sharp as fence I represent, sure to make a grand With the deadly lecture, contents pressure Inspectah, put rep in the stretcher
Feather weight surrender TKO, first round knockout, vets to big on the mic like Marco Polo Internal bleedin' occurs to photo
Thoughts forth as wild as up north It's bloodsport, get rushed for talk But I my ground like it's high noon While police surround the mic room
I jump on a tune the boom Those who consume become faint from the
Bees live in the place to be Burn third on the M I C So deadly goes the And this is the way we the party Rec, rec, rec