All
I hear is gun shots
Can I touch something?
What the blood claat!
Niggaz want tical make it happen
You know my fuckin'
style fuck the rappin'
We can take it back to eighty five if you want
to start actin' like you live
It's all good, I'm rollin' with my clique
Owls Packwoods & Phillies smokin'
sess blunts mixed with illy
Got me bustin' now the whole
world looks dusted
I'm in the area with the skill
that never rusted
For real, nigga, touch it & you burn,
when will motherfuckers learn
What be spreadin' like a germ? Ha ha,
it's Meth, word
I be that early bird that got
the worm & if you check it
I'm on point, like a fax ma
chine you get the message
It be no question & them bust
the second guessin's
Keep your thoughts on your lessons
What the blood claat!
To tell the truth,
you don't amaze me Killa Hill project
A Star Trek phaser couldn't
phase me what
Check the Raderuckus fuck this
Smoke a Dutchmaster, have
'em screamin' for the duchess
Yeah, I gotta have it,
so I strive to stick my piece
If I don't do it for mydelf, I'm
a do it for Kase
'Cause that's my peoples,
I'm giving you injections that be Lethal
Weapon, when niggaz start
the half steppin'
Then I get evil. But don't let
that negative vibe right there
Mislead you, I'm humble,
a fucking Killer Bee
Far from bumble,
I sting you BZT and I bring you
Thirty- six chambers of head banger,
bitch
Why I deal with? I think
the mic is on the fritz
Faggot soundmen! They
be sabotagin' shit
Look up in the sky, it's a bird,
it's a plane
Methical, let the whole world
know my fuckin' name