Oh  Killah Hill  Killah Killa Hill
 Killah Hill  Killah Killah Hill
 Killah Hill  Killah Killah Hill
 10304 style  kid  yea
 For all my D.M.D. Rec posse niggaz
 You out there? Is you out there?

 I throw your brain in the cobra clutch  behold the hold rush
 A dazzlin display if you could get close enough
 Cold Crush like the 4 stinger anaconda
 Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor
 Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna
 Spiderman identity Peter Parker
 Crowd pleaser register off the meter
 Vocal street sweaper bucks shots through the speaker
 Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands
 True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands
 Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan
 Clansman stabbin the track with both hands
 Not a lost soul who falls for fool's gold
 I shine like a diamond in the true state of cold
 Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
 Rap with a road block, I might lose control
 Hold the globe in my iron palm
 One hand holds the firearm on a mission that's life long
 Strike calm through the fire like Chaka Khan
 World wide on the web without the dot com

 [Chorus]
 Killa Bees live in the place be
 Burn third degree on the M-I-C
 So deadly goes the catastrophe
 And this is the way we crash the party
 Say
 Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec
 Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec

 [Inspectah Deck]
 Yo, Killa Bees swarmin
 Protect Ya Neck! What's the warnin?
 So, procede with caution, I walk with my swordsmen
 We all in together, Wu-Tang forever gon' win
 >From Puerto Rico 'cross the caves of Berlin
 Echoin through cell blocks and federal pens
 It be the Wu-Tang, you came in when
 They left the game mentally and physically bent
 What I invent, sharp as bardwire fence
 I represent, sure to make a grand entrance
 With the deadly lecture, contents under pressure
 Inspectah, put your rep in the stretcher
 Feather weight contenders surrender
 T.K.O., first round knockout, vets to big spenders
 Journey on the mic like Marco Polo
 Internal bleedin occurs to your photo
 Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north
 It's bloodsport, get rushed for tough talk
 But I hold my ground like it's high noon
 While police tapes surround the mic room
 I jump on a live tune, provide the boom
 Those who consume become faint from the fumes

 [Chorus