Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill   Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill   Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill      One-oh-three-oh-four 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 rush   A dazzlin' display if you could get close enough   Cold Crush like the four-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, sweeper bucks shots through the speaker      Pleasure seekers, fifty 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      Killa Bees live in the place to 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      Yo, Killa Bees swarmin'   Protect ya neck, what's the warnin'?   So, proceed 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 barbwire 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   TKO, 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      Killa Bees live in the place to be   Burn third degree on the M I C   So deadly goes the catastrophe   And this is the way we crash the party   Rec, rec, rec