Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roll With Killer Bees, artist - Yellow JacketsAlbum song Wu Music Group presents Pollen: The Swarm, Pt. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu
Song language: English
Roll With Killer Bees |
There comes a time when you know, brothers careers must come to an end |
We usually spit for ya’ll, but today we came for the heads of men, so |
Hip hop must reknew it’s history, so the music can last forever |
Ya’ll either roll with us, or make sure you got your shit together |
Surprise, see me face, who you? |
Threw a hex over the crowd like it’s voodoo |
You know a stool in the pot, hooked it up, hot |
A little blessings are added from Cory and Got |
My flow, lyrical, swag, I’m hotter |
Looking for a group that can rhyme, I gotcha |
First in our bracket, the group is Yellow Jackets |
If it didn’t add up, it wouldn’t be mathematics |
Good riddance, Afro clown, MC’s be spitting |
Adjust your ears to the sounds of true and living |
Gold all in diamonds, stand pivotal position |
If it’s competition, only find yourself in submission |
A-L-L-A-H, we represent the west, hey |
Stand tall like skyscrapes from the west to the Tri-State |
Yeah, it’s our weight, watch the Gods demonstrate |
Congregate and bring forth the force of earthquakes |
The gully niggas getting sliced up in the tummy quick |
My game go, like my bankroll when my money flip |
King step up out the paint, not on that funny shit |
I’m thankful when I can make moves, I’m hungry, bitch |
Yeah, and how the boy has grown so |
Stand on my hands and walking through the dojo |
Picture perfect, go 'head and cop a frame for it |
Listen to that bullshit, I ain’t the player for it |
My sword hard but we graceful |
Walk without fear and intimidate the hateful, erase fools |
Put 'em on the shit list, unleash the beast |
And make 'em shit, when I get pissed, smash 'em with the quickness |
Powerful prodigies, breeded from how I birth |
Children of the sun, any one of us can be the one |
I swing swords with the power of Conan |
And Samson, blood of us who the warriors, Ram, son |
Ugh, and I’m ready for raw battle |
Slaughter MC’s by the herd like farm cattle |
Stay out the shadows, I’m sending the Swarm at you |
Some Wu-Tang wasps they call the Yellow Jackets |
Let’s get it cracking like a helmet when you line it back |
I can put a metal to your chest like you wire taped |
So get the message you can roll or get stepped on |
You only hating us, cuz you know we the best off, for real |
Surpreme I Self, the truth sayer |
I dive into your thoughts, manifest like a prayer |
Snatch the air, out of your chest cavity |
My mind define laws, unbound by gravity |
It’s that Wu-Tang West, I’m where the sun sets |
Let the knowledge be born, Yellow Jackets form the Swarm |
Ya’ll niggas get the flesh torn straight off of your frame |
My tongue razor sharp, beat cuts slicing your brain, now that’s game |