Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Hill Killah Hill, Killah Hill Hill, Killah 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 four-stinger Fierce darts that'll pierce through armor
Lounge in the barracks with and Cappadonna identity, Peter Parker Crowd register off the meter Vocal street, sweeper bucks shots the speaker
seekers, fifty thou' in the stands True get it hot like Jamaica sands Conquer land, wide like a eagle Clansman stabbin' the track both hands
Not a lost who falls for fool's gold I shine like a in the true state of cold Too hot to handle, too cold to 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 Strike through the fire like Chaka Khan World wide on the web the dot-com
Bees live in the place to be Burn degree on the M I C So goes the catastrophe And this is the way we crash the Say, rec, rec, rec
Yo, Bees swarmin' Protect ya neck, the warnin'? So, proceed with caution, I walk my swordsmen We all in together, Wu-Tang forever win
From Puerto Rico the caves of Berlin through cell blocks and federal pens It be the Wu-Tang, you in when They left the game mentally and physically
I invent, sharp as barbwire fence I represent, sure to a grand entrance the deadly lecture, contents under pressure Inspectah, put your rep in the
weight contenders surrender TKO, round knockout, vets to big spenders Journey on the mic like 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 high noon While tapes surround the mic room
I on a live tune Provide the Those who consume faint from the fumes
Bees live in the place to be Burn third on the M I C So deadly the catastrophe And this is the way we the party Rec, rec, rec