[Cappadonna]
 All in the club like what? Rugged dressed up
 Hair messed up  gold on my neck
 Don't sweat y'all show respect Poppa on the set
 Death threat  I come a long stretch you can bet
 Love is love  for real for real
 Feel what you feel Park Hill 1 0 3 0 4
 Rock caps til you can't take no more  it's war
 Prepare for darts  martial arts
 Let me shine keep me and mine  Son of Song
 took too long, back throwin darts, without remorse
 Dart holocaust, slang boss
 Remain top hip-hop, drop you to your knees for these
 Big CD's, you heard it through the grapevine
 Killer Beez
 Chorus: Rhyme Recca
 Everything is everything, reality
 I keep my mind on everything, cause everything
 ain't always everything, and everything
 that you see ain't reality, they just illusions
 (repeat 2X)
 [Cappadonna]
 Face to face I break bread everytime
 In the world I hold mine, play it
 Now check it, see if you can comprehend
 these crossover rappers that lost they origin
 Run from the Wu this time it's more trouble
 I'm comin for the wreck so y'all could never bubble
 Never concerned about rabbits, after my cabbage
 Cherryheads, and parrots
 won't live in the barracks, we Don Hoe
 Buckwild with the flow, how we do
 Timbo's and full boot, vocabulary pitfall
 Fuck all, more clothes than the mall
 Let's brawl
 Wu-Tang broke radio laws, the opposite of mines
 is yours, from sea shores to bankrupt
 I conduct, erupt like Holyfield
 Third seal, third chamber's from the hood
 Branch out, and everytime you see Don
 I'm up to no good... motherfucker
 Splash that
 Chorus
 [Cappadonna]
 I'm all alone, I feel trouble in the street
 City heats, ghetto beefs, trick or treat
 Call Chief, mad beef with MC's
 Entity, Killer Beez one machine
 Intervene, on scene self esteem
 We gleam at night, it seems like
 we too hype, hop y'all like checkers
 Projectors, we break laws, get yours
 We break jaws reunite, we upright
 It's alright, out of sight, out of mind
 It take time I develop, heads swell up
 Shut the hell up, add on, you been warned
 Mics get torn in half, I drop math
 Don't laugh, a bloodbath with this here
 Rap Shakespeare, beware, Donna-mite
 Brown skin with the satellite, I represent
 Buckwild and Street Life like two cent
 For real, for real
 Love is love, for real, for real *overlaps chorus*
 Chorus
 [Kung-Fu movie sample]
 The other killers, have already shown up
 Now it'll be your turn, to die too
 We're ready anytime