Killa beez (feat. Blue Raspberry, Suga Bang Bang, U-God, Rza & Inspectah Deck) Songtext

You're no warrior, you can't bang like us

You're no warrior, you're now some haters



[U-God]

Yo, yo

Bring it high



Yo, yo

I was born with this magnet, worn by the +Dragnet+

I love my dirty habits, I've got to have it
The super-glow, +Duece Biggalo: Male Jiggalo+

Gold hands crush cold hands of Michelobes

Style's the needle, black Benzino

Valentino, nine beetles, boys, evil steelo

Hit like the bull, more pull than Magnetos

Crush the kilo with my bare-hand, reload and Eagle

Nine Dese' strikes, deadly for you people

Burn third degree, chemo', seap hole, see you through the peep-hole

In the crime lab, cuttin' g-notes

Cuttin' dime slabs then we backed up g-knome

Rush through the crowd with a heat-hold

Slapshot, jackpot and pilo

Graffiti on the walls, throwin' up primo

Gambino, three dice, head crack, cee-los

In ya ear-hole, let the snare roll

Dolo, lower than low, lower than zero

Who's Your Rhymin' Heroes+



[Interlude: Blue Raspberry]

Killa Beeeeez!



[Chorus 2X]



[RZA]

BZZZZ... you hear the hornet? You ducks don't want it

My darts blast turbo, supersonic

Head tall, y'all come back like the sweat hog

Bobby Digital, half man and half cyborg

Now Y City, home of the fly bitties

Wear high-healed shows and tatoos on side titties

Shorties swallow up the apple cider

Rhyme thought, a buck forty in a yellow spider

With the black interior, my Mac's superior

To your inferior gat, up in the cafeteria

I used to cut class and bang lunch tables

With four-finger rings and long chunky gold cables

Now I'm known to smack drum machines, carry guillotines

Watch my bullets scream... {*imitating bullets flying*} and hit the target

You ca'nt trace the path of ear from which is Charlotte



[Chorus 2X]



[Interlude: Blue Raspberry]

Mommy..

It's the Killa Beez!



[Inspectah Deck]

It's the return of the bad boy, the mic Sean Penn

Floss gems 'cross the world with my nine swordsmen

At a speed that exceeds your convertable Benz

From a distance you glimpse through binocular lens

Stay hotter than an ex-con dodgin' the pen's

Killa squadron known to start a popular trend

And the emblem symbolize the wisdom, certifies the platinum

Magnify the stardom, shots bust at random

Wake you out your boredom, kings of our kingdom

Reppin' for my hoodlums, ghetto with the problems

Cuz yo, we step on toes

Bangin' heads, knockin' deep blue weapons at the po's

Flash quiz, do that nigga handle his biz?

I spin a song like Michael and Diana in the wiz

The rough shit, I bust it for the republic

Dubbin' it, you ain't lovin' it, what you fuckin' wit?

Manifesto, light it like a techno club

Outsider don't expect no love

Manuscript make the fans flip, don't chance it

Cop the goods while my hundred hoods run rampid



[Chorus 2X]



[Outro: Blue Raspberry

Mommy, it's the Killa Beez!