Not sober yet no potent threat, yo, I hold a Tec
(You don't know, that I really love you)
Cripple a idiot, dunn, it sounds ridiculous
With The Wu-Tang swordsman, slowly get dropped
Eh-yo, my sword so sharp, I split the tweeters in ya Genelacs
Quicker than Clint when I draw the six shoo'
Mortal Kombat whether it's the blind or the mute
Yo, yo, you'll never know, check me out
Then the magnetic attraction to my wisdom keeps you listenin'
I love the RZA and the whole Wu Academy
Twin gats and put a fuckin hole in your right ventricle
Killa Beez, European, yo, yo, shut up
Yo, yo, here
And snatch out your vocal, bitch my eyes is black opal
But you will never know how much
Bendin' down on one knee before he proposes
Of hip-hop, yo, my shit chop constantly
Off the Wall Street money we stack like golden geckos
God, complete the presence
The special 8, laid the hammer, about to slay Isaac
(What?)
Then I love you like how the pharoah loves Joseph
When my Shaolin sword, swing at nasty immigrants with passports
They try to slash me out like Douton Hanna
Iron body Bobby Digital suit, don't bother to shoot
My cousin Billy, he done it silly, used to joke a lot
Do you think this black mic will cock back, jam or choke?
(You don't know, that I really love you)
Do you think this cocked mic will jam or choke?
I love you like how the Park Hill cats love to pull metal
I come like the Mecca in civilizin'
Firin' lightnin', Northern Lights, duck tight and chocolate Philly
I tote weight, sip Scotch, bust shots, smoke a lot
Chased bitches, cut class, got high and stayed broke a lot
Songwriters: Tarik Azzougarh, Robert F. Diggs
The jewelry of Moses, like a man
4, 5, 6 in my hand, I've rolled the C-Lo
I never smoke blunts, tote weight, nor bust shots
The heat will make ya head whistle loud like a full kettle
The hallway jackal, Chicago Bull bandana
But fuck with me I guarantee you'll get ya neck chopped
To teach man, woman and child, with the sword style
For givin' me a chance to be what I wanna be
You know how we go, it's the Killa Bee show
And the paitence of Daniel in the lion's den with closed eye lids
(You don't know, that I really love you)
Yo, yo, Choco bang that shit, yeah, yeah
I keep police scanners from fishes
You'll never know, you'll never know
It only takes seconds to chop a nigga head on RZA records
Yo, yo, yo
One-two, one-two, mic check, one-two, one-two
Brother knocked the long pound, ounces or straight kilos
Publishers: RAMECCA PUBLISHING, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - CAREERS
But you a worthless effort, follow faster then leopards
Rapid flow got you petro, my voice echo, echoes
So when the rent was due he would grab the identical
Come on my nigga, listen yo
Be the haunting, dauntin', brothers won't fuck
I should stick a long silver hook down your throat
It's over when my shit drops, son, honestly
I can't wait to return to the fuckin' essence
While you bickerin', this flame is still flickerin'
(You don't know, that I really love you)
Gecko, gecko, let go my eggo or feel my eagle
European Killa Beez attack, chk-chk-chk
Lyrics pierce through the ear like the spear of Achilles
And blow my spot, yo, I'm not the polka-dot
Reflectin' this 2.2 kilogram Mac that smoke you
I love you like how birds love rose petals, Killarmy love full metal
Show this jet pack on my back, blast like no respect