Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Killah Killah Hill, Killah Hill Hill, Killah Killah Hill
style, kid, yea For all my D.M.D. rec posse, You out there? Is you out
I throw your brain in the clutch, behold the rush A display if you could get close enough Cold Crush like the anaconda darts that'll pierce through solid armor
Lounge in the barracks with and Cappadonna identity, Peter Parker Crowd pleaser register off the street, sweeper bucks shots through the speaker
Pleasure seekers, thou' in the stands True fans get it hot Jamaica sands land, wide like a eagle wingspan Clansman stabbin' the track both hands
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 a road block, I might lose control
the globe in my iron palm One holds the firearm on a mission that's life long calm through the fire like Chaka Khan World on the web without the dot-com
Killa live in the place to be Burn third on the M I C So deadly goes the And this is the way we crash the Say, rec, rec, rec
Yo, Killa swarmin' ya neck, what's the warnin'? So, proceed with caution, I walk with my We all in together, forever gon' win
From Rico 'cross the caves of Berlin through cell blocks and federal pens It be the Wu-Tang, you in when They left the game and physically bent
What I invent, sharp as fence I represent, sure to make a grand With the deadly lecture, under pressure Inspectah, put your rep in the
Feather contenders surrender TKO, first round knockout, vets to big Journey on the mic like Marco bleedin' occurs to your photo
Thoughts brought forth as wild as up It's bloodsport, get rushed for talk But I hold my ground like it's noon While tapes surround the mic room
I jump on a live the boom Those who consume become from the fumes
Killa Bees live in the to be third degree on the M I C So deadly the catastrophe And this is the way we crash the Rec, rec, rec