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 Is you out there?
I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, the rush A dazzlin' display if you could get enough Cold Crush like the anaconda Fierce darts that'll pierce solid armor
Lounge in the barracks Blue and Cappadonna Spiderman identity, Peter Crowd register off the meter Vocal street, sweeper bucks shots through the
Pleasure seekers, fifty thou' in the True fans get it hot Jamaica sands land, wide like a eagle wingspan Clansman stabbin' the track with both
Not a lost soul who falls for fool's I shine like a diamond in the state of cold Too hot to handle, too to hold Rap with a road block, I might lose
Hold the in my iron palm One holds the firearm on a mission that's life long 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 the party Say, rec, rec, rec
Yo, Killa Bees Protect ya neck, the warnin'? So, proceed with caution, I walk with my We all in together, forever gon' win
From Rico 'cross the caves of Berlin Echoin' through cell blocks and federal It be the Wu-Tang, you came in They left the game mentally and bent
I invent, sharp as barbwire fence I represent, to make a grand entrance With the deadly lecture, contents pressure Inspectah, put rep in the stretcher
Feather contenders surrender TKO, first round knockout, to big spenders Journey on the mic like Marco bleedin' 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 police tapes surround the mic
I jump on a live Provide the Those who consume become faint from the
Killa Bees live in the to be Burn degree on the M I C So goes the catastrophe And is the way we crash the party Rec, rec, rec