(Inspectah deck) 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)

Statik Selektah Queens, New York Flushing shit (We backkkk againnnnn) That's right Yo Sour smoke out the nasal The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil Sistine Chapel rapper, I'm here to blaze you Pop off material, get laid up n sprayed up just like arterial Clementine nine, dripping venereal Linguine linguistics that left my verbal lesson saucy Send a message, leave you sleeping next to headless horsey Play the plaintiff, I'mma slide off to prior engagements Let you die in the basement/Toast wine from the time of the ancient- Turkish warriors, cobblestones in Macedonia Albanians in Shkup... never living by the book We fill the jails in France, Uzes and Italy Never do dirt in our own land That shit's forbidden, G Hoxha singing from the top of the Xhamia Pickled peppers at the picnic table Feta cheese, perfect Flia Straight outta Dukagjin One of the illest places No one's smiling There's only drunken men with killer faces -Meyhem Lauren- I'm known for simmering the mean gravy Gleam crazy, my mind's hazy New York made me The most official, to holster pistol Trim the fat, scrape the gristle Meyhem Lauren will make your family miss you I'll gladly press the trigger button If you press an issue Whether it's beef or beats I try to make a casket fit you We'll fuck you up then fuck you up And then come back to get you And do that two more times We call that shit a triple triple My flow is typhoon rap, it's deeper than an ocean ripple Our hollow tips will hit you Leave you with an altered nipple Slumped over saying "Lord, please have mercy" Or play the G, now we made hot flames burst me Queens veteran, dressed like tennis men Back block medicine, slap chop venison Knock, knock, let us in My whole clique's equipped to shoot though My army got more fucking arms than a can of pulpo -Maffew Ragazino- Brownsville's Jesus, white and blue Adidas Got more knowledge than them Poor Righteous Teachers Clarence Smith, Stan Smith, 13X's Some will overstand but common men never receive the message Concepts like I'm Frank Butcher Neighborhood pusher, 62's through ya sub woofer Unca nunca for the pitbulls with red noses Wet bogies dipped in shit to stop bodies from decomposing Cool, calm and collected Keep my composure All my business in black and white like negative exposures Keep a Polaroid for the posers A picture's worth a thousand words So lock and load up You don't know me from a hole in a commode, bruh I am the shit, just ask your bitch I bet she know, yup It's St. Maffew Truffles in that duffle Princess in the catsuit -AG Da ner- This is dope fiend rap Have a nigga leaning sideways Frankie Blue Eye shit I do it my way Legendary, scary, February Valentine murder Ike Turner, gun butt with a nice burner Bluey spot guzzler Long Island Tea sipper Mind of a killer Trenchcoat Mafia nigga Hollow point slinger Smile while I'm flipping fingers Angels and demons Mellowed out, Stylistic singer Corner store postup Backstreet wanderer Butter your toast up Tight pussy conqueror Smart aleck, talk back, type of nigga Fuck you Disrespect your mother, your brother Father and son, too (everybody!) Long live the music cause it's part of my blood But how long can I stay breathing Only God is my judge Through the lights, cameras and action Glammer, glitters and gold Every legend repping my era Carries part of my soul (90's, nigga)

Ceasar built an empire Ruled from shore to shore Now he's mostly remembered For when a baby was born He wanted everyone counted So everybody went He was the main attraction, But even he missed the main event Later on at the temple Time for the offering came The coffers rang with the money The wealthy people gave Jesus said, "See that woman?" "She gave her last two cents." Y'all were the main attraction But she was the main event So it makes me wonder What goes missing in our lives What matters most so often goes unrecognized Crowds at the crucifixition All the disciples fled Three days found in hiding Underneath their beds The women went to the graveyard Came back and told the men, "You saw the main attraction," "But you all missed the main event." So it makes me wonder What goes missing in our lives What matters most so often goes unrecognized When Jesus said, "Seek the kingdom" Maybe what he meant Is this world's main attractions, Are hardly ever, almost never The main event

Yeah... yeah... Allah Math... Yeah... yo... yo... Y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the king? Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to the rib? Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they biz Thinking niggas plotting on hairs, think they not when they is This is Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me Like nines to the side of the skully, popping they top I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac Nigga, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen? Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a nigga Start shining, niggas start some shit, my guard lit Like a boss, head nigga in charge, get in these drawers Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours This Meth dude got that food, and he serving it raw Told you before, I bring the pain, and now I'm hurting them, pa Hurting them, pa... Up from the 36, back on that bullshit Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit Up from the 36, back on that bullshit Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit Aiyo, you fucking with some capital G's, Allah Math Streetlife, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift Had the highest paid ho, get it cracking for free Worldwide, still trapped in the P's, Pioneers Like the twenty inch woofers, that's in back of the V Leave ya brain, like you spazzing on E It don't matter who you happen to be, nothing swagger like he Keep a dirty cop close, never talk with no feds Tear the roof off the mother, right along with ya head And I ain't talk unless she talking bout bread You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm walking the ledge Son, I'm just a little off of the edge, as I stalk The mean streets, for paused types, callers are read Killa Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a Resident Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds Up from the 36, back on that bullshit Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit Up from the 36, back on that bullshit Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit Special invited guest, I came to put the rumors to rest Rip the rest of the slugs through your chest Put the chest to the back of your vest Trap your packet, take the money and jet Niggas posted, but you posing no threat Punk, you pussy like the opposite sex Front, see how many shots you will get I'm not asking, I'm demanding respect I'm just a man to respect Watch your step, son, your funeral's next Streetlife is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neck The other hand is attached to the tech Your next move could mean life or death Make move, take baby steps Hold that thought, nigga, save your breath We hold courts, in the streets, we rep For Cash Rule, and we came to collect, cock sucker Up from the 36, back on that bullshit Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit