| One-two, one-two | 
| Mic check, one-two, one-two (You don’t know, that I really love you) | 
| Yo, yo, You’ll Never Know | 
| Check me out (You don’t know, that I really love you) | 
| Yo, yo, yo I love you like how birds love rose petals, Killarmy love full metal | 
| I love you like how the Park Hill cats love to pull metal | 
| The heat will make ya head whistle loud like a full kettle | 
| I come like the Mecca in civilizin | 
| The hallway jackal, Chicago Bull bandana | 
| I keep police scanners from fishes | 
| They try to slash me out like Douton Hanna | 
| And blow my spot, yo, I’m not the polka-dot | 
| I tote weight, sip Scotch, bust shots, smoke a lot | 
| My cousin Billy, he done it silly, used to joke a lot | 
| Chased bitches, cut class, got high and stayed broke a lot | 
| So when the rent was due he would grab the identical | 
| Twin gats and put a fuckin hole in your right ventricle | 
| Not sober yet no potent threat, yo, I hold a Tec | 
| Show this jet pack on my back, blast like no respect | 
| While you bickerin, this flame is still flickerin | 
| Then the magnetic attraction to my wisdom keeps you listenin | 
| Yo, yo Choco bang that shit! | 
| Yeah, yeah (You don’t know, that I really love you) | 
| Killa Beez, European | 
| Yo, yo, shut up! | 
| Eh-yo, my sword so sharp I split the tweeters in ya Genelacs | 
| European Killa Beez attack, chk-chk-chk | 
| I never smoke blunts, tote weight, nor bust shots | 
| But fuck with me I guarantee you’ll get ya neck chopped | 
| Be the haunting, dauntin, brothers won’t fuck | 
| with The Wu-Tang swordsman, slowly get dropped | 
| When my Shaolin sword, swing at Nasty Immigrants with passports | 
| To teach Man, Woman and Child, with the sword style | 
| God, complete the presence | 
| It only takes seconds to chop a nigga head on RZA records | 
| But you a worthless effort, follow faster then leopards | 
| I can’t wait to return to the fuckin essence | 
| Of hip-hop, yo, my shit chop constantly | 
| It’s over when my shit drops, son, honestly | 
| I love the RZA and the whole Wu Academy | 
| For givin me a chance to be what I wanna be (What?) | 
| But You will Never Know how much. | 
| Do you think this cocked mic will jam or choke? | 
| Come on my nigga. | 
| Listen yo. | 
| Do you think this black mic will cock back, jam or choke? | 
| I should stick a long silver hook down your throat | 
| And snatch out your vocal, bitch my eyes is black opal | 
| Reflectin this 2.2 kilogram Mac that smoke you | 
| Firin lightnin, Northern Lights, duck tight and chocolate Philly | 
| Lyrics pierce through the ear like the spear of Achilles | 
| Iron body Bobby Digital suit, don’t bother to shoot | 
| Quicker than Clint when I draw the six shoo' | 
| Mortal Kombat whether it’s the blind or the mute | 
| Cripple a idiot, dunn, it sounds ridiculous | 
| Rapid flow got you petro, my voice echo, echoes | 
| Off the Wall Street money we stack like golden geckos | 
| Gecko, gecko, let go my Eggo or feel my Eagle | 
| 4,5,6 in my hand, I’ve rolled the c-lo | 
| Brother knocked the long pound, ounces or straight kilos | 
| You know how we go, it’s the Killa Bee show | 
| Then I love you like how the pharoah loves Joseph | 
| The jewelry of Moses, like a man bendin down on one knee before he proposes | 
| The special 8, laid the hammer, about to slay Isaac | 
| and the paitence of Daniel in the lion’s den with closed eye lids | 
| You’ll Never Know, You’ll Never Know. | 
| Yo, yo. | 
| here. | 
| (You don’t know, that I really love you) |