Oh, Hill, Killah 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 in the cobra clutch, behold the rush A display if you could get close enough Cold Crush like the four-stinger Fierce darts pierce through solid armor
Lounge in the barracks with Blue and identity, Peter Parker Crowd pleaser register off the Vocal street, sweeper shots through the speaker
Pleasure seekers, fifty thou' in the fans get it hot like Jamaica sands Conquer land, wide a eagle wingspan Clansman the track with both 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 road block, I might control
Hold the globe in my iron One hand holds the firearm on a mission that's life Strike through the fire like Chaka Khan wide on the web without the dot-com
Killa Bees in the place to be Burn degree on the M I C So deadly goes the And this is the way we the party 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 forever win
From Puerto Rico the caves of Berlin Echoin' cell blocks and federal pens It be the Wu-Tang, you came in They left the game and physically bent
What I invent, sharp as fence I represent, sure to make a entrance With the deadly lecture, contents pressure Inspectah, put rep in the stretcher
Feather weight surrender TKO, first knockout, vets to big spenders Journey on the mic Marco Polo Internal bleedin' occurs to photo
Thoughts brought as wild as up north It's bloodsport, get rushed for talk But I hold my ground like high noon police tapes surround the mic room
I on a live tune Provide the Those who become faint from the fumes
Killa Bees in the place to be Burn degree on the M I C So deadly goes the And is the way we crash the party Rec, rec, rec