[Intro: Blue Raspberry]
Ladies and gentlemen
Live from the universal grains of Shaolin
The Wu-Tang Killa Bee Dart Tournament
Featuring Cilvaringz and Killa Sin

[Cilvaringz]
Remove the brass head, put the copper in jars
Niggas be ducking iron darts like Anthony Starks
A gum, smashing gats in the head with a pah - what?
Lyrics sharp enough to cut your balls off like dutch soaps
Spark a hundred, get low, with twenty thousand volts
And Tony rock your arm and slit the sun and revolt
With the rock, non-stop, and 12 O'Clock, you been running him
Game and flame, about and go and shuttle cop
And bunch you deadly, I chop necks like burn a celly
My samurai katina fire just like the banely
Quality swords, my niggas swing the bathless
Deluxe foam touch, destruct your leather back and to rap oak
Slice a throat, clinch with a cloak
Debilitated, crashed out, brother, you broke
Finesse, Crane or the Tiger, Clan Killa Bee
You fucking me in the ass, like the local Criminology
So what you got, Killarm?

[Killa Sin]
Killa's loco, fuck who told you, hostage gothics
Size a live shit, catch a wise, quick, focused
These stone physics explosive, load 'em like four fifths
The roast clicks, we roach it with 4/5th's we on six
Your thoughts so dense, they form myst, I swarm quicker than norm
Bee stinger stay dipped in corn liquor, warn niggas
From the last time, pastime hobby be
Robbing niggas in they lobby, G., come out your wallabies
56 penny weight change, limit the policy
Modernize crime commodity, now let me get mine
I bang with the shadiest kind, crazy eighty eighties
And baby nines, sip the crime, pay me mine every time
Heavy shine, fuck a nine, to half a dime
Nigga grab a mastermind rhyme, before I have to blast my nine
So I keep it on the low key, like P. Bobby O.G.
Johnson, the monster that'll conquer your sponsor, uh

[Interlude: Blue Raspberry]
It's the invincible, indestructable
Amazing, undisputed, from the grains of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Killa Bees

[Blue Raspberry]
Wu-Tang, we done it again
Wu-Tang, Cilvaringz and Killa Sin
They ain't ready for this, nah, ain't ready for this
Blue Ras, back on the scene, killing shit
You can't handle it, the wannabees out there
Trying to bite our shit, no, no, no, no...
They can't even come close, we the best from coast to coast
The Clan is too thick and we international...
International... ohhhhhhh

[Outro: Blue Raspberry]
Low down grimey style
Wu-Tang, from the universal grains of Shaolin