Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Hill Killah Hill, Killah Killah Killah Hill, Killah Hill
style, kid, yea For all my D.M.D. rec posse, You out there? Is you out
I throw your in the cobra clutch, behold the rush A dazzlin' if you could get close enough Cold Crush like the anaconda darts that'll pierce through solid armor
Lounge in the barracks with and Cappadonna identity, Peter Parker Crowd pleaser off the meter Vocal street, sweeper bucks shots through the
Pleasure seekers, fifty thou' in the True fans get it hot Jamaica sands Conquer land, wide like a eagle Clansman stabbin' the track with both
Not a lost soul who falls for fool's I shine like a diamond in the true state of Too hot to handle, too cold to Rap with a road block, I might control
Hold the globe in my iron One hand holds the firearm on a mission life long Strike calm through the fire like Chaka World wide on the web without the
Killa Bees 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, 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 'cross the caves of Berlin Echoin' through blocks and federal pens It be the Wu-Tang, you came in They the game 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 contenders surrender TKO, first round knockout, vets to big on the mic like Marco Polo Internal bleedin' occurs to photo
Thoughts brought forth as wild as up It's bloodsport, get rushed for tough But I my ground like it's high noon While police surround the mic room
I on a live tune Provide the who consume become faint from the fumes
Killa Bees live in the to be third degree on the M I C So deadly the catastrophe And this is the way we crash the Rec, rec, rec