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[beez buzzing]


[Warcloud:]

West Coast, West Coast

Killa Beez

Antlers, hammers and hacksaw, the wizard

Poetry of a man with no name, America

Cement mixed walled and born in ice cream

Holocaust the Minnie, greet with bloody handshake

Wu Empire and colleagues, luxurious

You torn like tape off football helmets, chip

Four cups of crushed bricks, half cup of roses

Smoke a green and yellow candycane

Zombies still move through the college with orange teeth

Pistols still pointed at the floor, spinal crumbs

Blood hits snow and hard, scooped up in hand fulls

Bathe in the river, the waterfall runs red

Sasquatch, Yeti, battallion with one head

In a lonely place, dollars, razors and marbles

We break open forearms, Earth the last hour

Out in the tea house playing a hand of spades

Fist full of grenades, blow out the watch light

Convicts rally at moon set, the last

Flow stay smoggy, old carnival wind chime

Sideshow freaks, belly dancers and gypsies

One of the wood cutters, village Architect

Eighty-eight sandwiches, Thurmos in a lunch box

In a harsh realm, during the end of butterflies

Flutter diamond moths, both with dusty wings

Bodies lay soaked in a desert, throats gouged out

Tongues spit out of their heads, I had a purpose

Will you still love me tomorrow? Architect

Will you still love me tomorrow? Holocaust


[Timbo King:]

Royal Famous, blame us

Yo

My first whip be a Chrysler

So when you see me you say, "Chrys' is comin"

Ice numbin ya neck, throw one of those

Strong notes, Indian pose, flat footed

Yo my back hearts, feel like them crumbled wings

Bless by the Heaven kings, my crown piece seven rings

Money to earn, money to burn

Give some, lend some, take it, fuck it

Be stingy off a stash if you have to

Nigga, what? Flip a pack of if you have to

Passion, pawn the shit, ya highest bidder

Buy from the streets, cop at wholesale price

Motel models, go tell five-oh

Five-oh follow the black El Dorado


[Crisis:]

Who got that real shit niggaz blast to, bitches shake they ass to?

Hit you up with the hood when we pass through

Black Knights, Royal Fam got that hot shit (yo)

Topless in the cockpit of my drop six

.. in the cockpit of the drop six


[Meko the Pharaoh:]

Yeah, yo

Give me beats like this I start burnin

Wack MC's, ya still learnin

Just like punk cops that rotate on ya block

Millions of people was gonna hear the North Stars shot

While the worlds rock mental, I hold presidential

Bare essentials, Wu-Tang credentials

Makin niggaz catch wind chills when my N.S. wind build

Niggaz better get real

Even though I stay pissy drunk, run with Kurupt

In a red mini van fed tinted, smokin on that spinach

All funny niggaz get planted

I got that Long Beach shit like J. Bennett

The rest of y'all niggaz sound like women

Scared of my sword when it's given

Y'all niggaz better stop pretendin

Cuz the words like I'll speak, we'll keep 'em printed

Kill or be killed is what I'm representin

.. representin


[Cilvaringz:]

Yo, yo, check it, yo

As 7 clouds form the storm,

I baffle Gabriel the archangel with death, death to

his first born, Earth mourns Wu Killa Beez on the swarm

From the battleship throw darts that be acrid

We ninjas, we backflip with tactics of antrax

Arise like the novice from earth under canvas

Of the Clan, fist to fist, kamikaze shock this

Like Nazi documents Apache Helicopters strike down

near the bunker of the Glocksmiths

Shop the Dirty Weaponry, Tecs from the 70's

Gone With the Wind, I slung mines within

My men tackle dikes with the 7 deadly dicks

Neglect my covenant, my government enslaves you to my

Hall o Double Justice and bloodstains your judgement

so prepare to be slain by the truth

It's Blood for Blood When All Hell Breaks Loose son


Wu-Tang Killa Beez from Shaolin Europe

Black Knights, Royal Fam

It's Cilvaringz, on