What the blood claat! Niggaz want tical  make it happen.
 You know my fuckin' style  fuck the rappin'
 We can take it back to eighty five if you wanna START actin' like you live
 It's all good. I'm rollin' with my clique
 Owls  Packwoods & Phillies  smokin' sess blunts  mixed with illy
 Got me bustin'  now the whole world looks dusted
 I'm in the area with the skill that never rusted.
 For real, nigga, touch it & you burn, when will motherfuckers learn
 What be spreadin' like a germ? Ha ha, it's Meth, word.
 I be that early bird that got the worm & if you check it
 I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message.
 It be no question & them bust the second guessin's,
 Keep your thoughts on your lessons. What the blood claat!
 To tell the truth, you don't amaze me. Killa Hill project,
 A Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me. What,
 Check the Raderuckus FUCK this,
 Smoke a Dutchmaster, have 'em screamin' for the duchess
 Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stick my piece
 If I don't do it for mydelf, I'm a do it for Kase,
 'Cause that's my peoples, I'm giving you injections that be Lethal
 Weapon, when niggaz start the half steppin',
 Then I get evil. But don't let that negative vibe right there
 Mislead you, I'm humble, a fucking Killer Bee,
 Far from bumble. I sting you BZT and I bring you
 Thirty-six chambers of head banger, bitch,
 Why I deal with? I think the mic is on the fritz.
 Faggot soundmen! They be sabotagin' shit!
 Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane...
 Methical, let the whole world know my fuckin' name.
 What the blood claat