R.E.C. Room

Lyrics

[Intro] Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill Killah Hills! Killah Killah Hill! Killah Hills! Killah Killah Hill! 10304 style, kid For my D.M.D., Wreck Posse niggas You out there? Is you out there?! [Verse 1] I throw your brain in a cobra clutch, behold the rush A dazzlin' display if you can get close enough Cold Crush like the four sting of anaconda Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna Spider-Man, identity: Peter Parker Crowd pleaser, register off the meter Vocal streetsweeper, buck shots through the speaker Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands Conquer land, wide like an eagle wingspan Clansman stabbin' the track with both hands Not a lost soul who fall for fool's gold I shine like a diamond in the true state of coal Too hot to handle, too cold to hold Back 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 Stride calm Through the Fire like Chaka Khan World wide on the web without the dot.com [Chorus] Killa Beez 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! [Verse 2] Yo, Killa Beez swarmin', "Protect Ya Neck!" was 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 and went 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 rap in the stretcher Featherweight 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 a 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] Killa Beez 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 Rec! Rec! Rec! Rec! Rec! Rec! Rec! Rec! [Freestyle Outro] Yeah! Yo! Yeah! Yo, I hit Medina, hand-cocked and ever-greener Trees got me leanin' in the 7-seater Vocal street-sweeper, shoot my gift like a 3-pointer Urban, peace deservin', warrin' with the C-Cyphers I, black rollers ignite with high-voltage Diagnosis, high doses of expl--