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 in the cobra clutch, behold the rush A dazzlin' if you could get close enough Cold like the four-stinger anaconda Fierce darts that'll pierce through armor
Lounge in the barracks with Blue and identity, Peter Parker Crowd pleaser register off the Vocal street, sweeper bucks through the speaker
Pleasure seekers, fifty thou' in the True fans get it hot Jamaica sands Conquer land, wide like a wingspan Clansman stabbin' the track both hands
Not a lost soul who falls for fool's 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 iron One hand holds the firearm on a mission that's 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 is the way we crash the party Say, rec, rec, rec
Yo, Killa Bees Protect ya neck, the warnin'? So, proceed with caution, I with my swordsmen We all in together, Wu-Tang forever win
From Puerto Rico 'cross the of Berlin Echoin' cell blocks and federal pens It be the Wu-Tang, you came in left the game mentally and physically bent
What I invent, as barbwire fence I represent, sure to make a entrance the deadly lecture, contents under pressure Inspectah, put rep in the stretcher
weight contenders surrender TKO, round knockout, vets to big spenders Journey on the mic like Polo Internal bleedin' to your photo
brought forth as wild as up north It's bloodsport, get for tough talk But I hold my like it's high noon police tapes surround the mic room
I on a live tune Provide the Those who consume faint from the fumes
Killa Bees in the place to be third degree on the M I C So deadly goes the And is the way we crash the party Rec, rec, rec