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!