Song | R.E.C. Room - Explicit Version |
Artist | Inspectah Deck |
Album | Uncontrolled Substance |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Harris, Hunter | |
(Inspectah Deck) | |
Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Killa Hill | |
Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill | |
Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill | |
10304 style, kid, yea | |
For all my D.M.D. Rec posse niggaz | |
You out there? Is you out there? | |
I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the hold rush | |
A dazzlin display if you could get close enough | |
Cold Crush like the 4 stinger anaconda | |
Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor | |
Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna | |
Spiderman identity Peter Parker | |
Crowd pleaser register off the meter | |
Vocal street sweeper bucks shots through the speaker | |
Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands | |
True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands | |
Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan | |
Clansman stabbin the track with both hands | |
Not a lost soul who falls for fool's gold | |
I shine like a diamond in the true state of coal | |
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold | |
Rap 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 | |
Strike calm through the fire like Chaka Khan | |
World wide on the web without the dot com | |
(Chorus) | |
Killa Bees live in the place be | |
Burn third degree on the M-I-C | |
So deadly cause a catastrophe | |
And this is the way we crash the party | |
Say | |
Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec | |
Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec | |
(Inspectah Deck) | |
Yo, Killa Bees swarmin | |
Protect Ya Neck! What's the warnin? | |
So, proceed with caution, I walk with my swordsmen | |
We all in together, Wu-Tang forever gon' win | |
>From Puerto Rico 'cross the caves of Berlin | |
Echoin through cell blocks and federal pens | |
It be the Wu-Tang, you came in when | |
They left the game mentally and physically bent | |
What I invent, sharp as bardwire fence | |
I represent, sure to make a grand entrance | |
With the deadly lecture, contents under pressure | |
Inspectah, put your rep in the stretcher | |
Feather weight contenders surrender | |
T.K.O., first round knockout, vex the big spenders | |
Journey on the mic like Marco Polo | |
Internal bleedin occurs to your photo | |
Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north | |
It's bloodsport, get rushed for tough talk | |
But I hold my ground like it's high noon | |
While police tapes surround the mic room | |
I jump on a live tune, provide the boom | |
Those who consume become faint from the fumes | |
(Chorus) |
zuo ci : Harris, Hunter | |
Inspectah Deck | |
Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Killa Hill | |
Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill | |
Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill | |
10304 style, kid, yea | |
For all my D. M. D. Rec posse niggaz | |
You out there? Is you out there? | |
I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the hold rush | |
A dazzlin display if you could get close enough | |
Cold Crush like the 4 stinger anaconda | |
Fierce darts that' ll pierce through solid armor | |
Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna | |
Spiderman identity Peter Parker | |
Crowd pleaser register off the meter | |
Vocal street sweeper bucks shots through the speaker | |
Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands | |
True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands | |
Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan | |
Clansman stabbin the track with both hands | |
Not a lost soul who falls for fool' s gold | |
I shine like a diamond in the true state of coal | |
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold | |
Rap 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 | |
Strike calm through the fire like Chaka Khan | |
World wide on the web without the dot com | |
Chorus | |
Killa Bees live in the place be | |
Burn third degree on the MIC | |
So deadly cause a catastrophe | |
And this is the way we crash the party | |
Say | |
Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec | |
Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec | |
Inspectah Deck | |
Yo, Killa Bees swarmin | |
Protect Ya Neck! What' s the warnin? | |
So, proceed with caution, I walk with my swordsmen | |
We all in together, WuTang forever gon' win | |
From Puerto Rico ' cross the caves of Berlin | |
Echoin through cell blocks and federal pens | |
It be the WuTang, you came in when | |
They left the game mentally and physically bent | |
What I invent, sharp as bardwire fence | |
I represent, sure to make a grand entrance | |
With the deadly lecture, contents under pressure | |
Inspectah, put your rep in the stretcher | |
Feather weight contenders surrender | |
T. K. O., first round knockout, vex the big spenders | |
Journey on the mic like Marco Polo | |
Internal bleedin occurs to your photo | |
Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north | |
It' s bloodsport, get rushed for tough talk | |
But I hold my ground like it' s high noon | |
While police tapes surround the mic room | |
I jump on a live tune, provide the boom | |
Those who consume become faint from the fumes | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Harris, Hunter | |
Inspectah Deck | |
Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Killa Hill | |
Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill | |
Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill | |
10304 style, kid, yea | |
For all my D. M. D. Rec posse niggaz | |
You out there? Is you out there? | |
I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the hold rush | |
A dazzlin display if you could get close enough | |
Cold Crush like the 4 stinger anaconda | |
Fierce darts that' ll pierce through solid armor | |
Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna | |
Spiderman identity Peter Parker | |
Crowd pleaser register off the meter | |
Vocal street sweeper bucks shots through the speaker | |
Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands | |
True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands | |
Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan | |
Clansman stabbin the track with both hands | |
Not a lost soul who falls for fool' s gold | |
I shine like a diamond in the true state of coal | |
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold | |
Rap 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 | |
Strike calm through the fire like Chaka Khan | |
World wide on the web without the dot com | |
Chorus | |
Killa Bees live in the place be | |
Burn third degree on the MIC | |
So deadly cause a catastrophe | |
And this is the way we crash the party | |
Say | |
Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec | |
Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec | |
Inspectah Deck | |
Yo, Killa Bees swarmin | |
Protect Ya Neck! What' s the warnin? | |
So, proceed with caution, I walk with my swordsmen | |
We all in together, WuTang forever gon' win | |
From Puerto Rico ' cross the caves of Berlin | |
Echoin through cell blocks and federal pens | |
It be the WuTang, you came in when | |
They left the game mentally and physically bent | |
What I invent, sharp as bardwire fence | |
I represent, sure to make a grand entrance | |
With the deadly lecture, contents under pressure | |
Inspectah, put your rep in the stretcher | |
Feather weight contenders surrender | |
T. K. O., first round knockout, vex the big spenders | |
Journey on the mic like Marco Polo | |
Internal bleedin occurs to your photo | |
Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north | |
It' s bloodsport, get rushed for tough talk | |
But I hold my ground like it' s high noon | |
While police tapes surround the mic room | |
I jump on a live tune, provide the boom | |
Those who consume become faint from the fumes | |
Chorus |