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R.E.C. Room

Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill

Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill

Killah Hill, Killah Killah HillOne-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 armorLounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna

Spiderman identity, Peter Parker

Crowd pleaser register off the meter

Vocal street, sweeper bucks shots through the speakerPleasure 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 handsNot 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 controlHold 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-comKilla 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, recYo, 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' winFrom 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 bentWhat 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 stretcherFeather weight contenders surrender

TKO, first round knockout, vets to big spenders

Journey on the mic like Marco Polo

Internal bleedin' occurs to your photoThoughts 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 roomI jump on a live tune

Provide the boom

Those who consume become faint from the fumesKilla 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

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