R.E.C. Room Inspectah Deck

[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