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 wanna 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 machine 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.

What the blood claat!