Artist: Inspectah Deck
Album:	Uncontrolled Substance
Song:   R.E.C. Room
Author: hrhh (hrhh@hotmail.com)
Site:	The Inspectah Deck Chamber (http://bounce.to/wudeck)


[Inspectah Deck]

Killa Hill Killa Killa Hill X3
1-0-3-0-4 style kid,
all my DND R.E.C. posse niggaz
you out there?  Is you out there?

I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the rush
A dazzling display if you can get close enough
cold crush like the four, sting of anaconda
fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armour
lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna
Spiderman, identity Peter Parker
crowd pleaser register off the metre
vocal street sweeper buck shots through the speaker
pleasure seekers, 50 thou in the stands
true fans get it hot like Jamaican sand
conquer land wide like the eagle wing span
clans man stabbing the track with both hands
not a lost soul who'll fall for fool's gold
I shine like a diamond in the true state of coal
too hot to handle, too cold to hold
back with the 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 .com

Chorus:
Killa bees live in the place to be
burn third degree on the M-I-C,
so deadly calls of catastrophe
and this is the way we crash the party.
Say REC, REC, REC, REC, REC, . . .

Yo killa bees swarming protect ya neck
was the warning, so proceed with caution
I walk with my swordsmen, we all in
Together, Wu-tang Forever gonna win
from Puerto Rico across the caves of Berlin
echoing through cell blocks and federal pens
It be the Wu-tang, few came and went
They left the game mentally and physically bent
what I invent, sharp as barb-wire 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, TKO
first round knockout vex the big spenders
journey on the mic like Marco Polo
internal bleeding occurs to your photo
thoughts brought forth as wild as up north
it's a bloodsport get rushed with tough talk
but I, hold my ground like it's high noon
while police tape surrounds the mic room
I jump on the live tune provide the boom
those we consume become faint from the fumes

Chorus