| Take note, everybody playing the land | 
| (We making magic, it’s them yellow jackets) | 
| Wait, see money rather stay in his place | 
| (The bees are flying, the bees are swarming) | 
| Make, something happen out of nothing, we all shine | 
| (We making magic, it’s them yellow jackets) | 
| Hate, what they don’t understand, but keep clear | 
| Cuz The Swarm is coming | 
| Razor Sharp from the intro, laying the plan down | 
| The Killa Beez swarm, you be screaming out man down | 
| Front, we gon' tear it down, body, I’m airbound | 
| Death be the sting, and I’m wearing the damn crown | 
| Top floor, we the kings of the earth | 
| It’s MoeRoc, shorty, give me all that it’s worth | 
| Came a long way, no stains on my shirts | 
| And we look so clean, but we came from the dirt | 
| Down from the bottom, born out in Brooklyn | 
| Was raised out in Harlem, but you don’t want no problems | 
| Make money in the mind of the customer | 
| College educated with the grind of a hustler | 
| Too swift for whoever’s against me | 
| Linked up with Power and the rest is history | 
| In the fight with the spirit of Ali | 
| Float like a butterfly, hit 'em like Killa Beez | 
| Yeah, hit up gun very young | 
| My momma know I, sold jums, but was still a good son | 
| Did alotta dark things in them slums I hung | 
| Over chicks and funds, we heard them shots rung, yo | 
| Yeah, yeah, my conscience stay equality | 
| These streets father me, like Guli' in privacy | 
| City’s ups and downs, I touch bricks and touch pounds | 
| Then get indicted, that’s why I don’t fuck around | 
| I gave the grams up, I came home and manned up | 
| Put this in your Maranda, your boy Ace’ll stand up | 
| I’m not a quitter, actually a great fighter | 
| The more you doubt me and hate me, my light shine brighter | 
| Yellow jacket magic, Ace and Bobby pack it | 
| Get that cabbage and then we stash it | 
| It’s a Wu-Tang gold rush, been had the game soaked up | 
| Watch The Covenant blow up |