R.E.C. Room - Explicit Version Lyrics
| Song | R.E.C. Room - Explicit Version |
| Artist | Inspectah Deck |
| Album | Uncontrolled Substance |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Harris, Hunter | |
| (Inspectah Deck) | |
| Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Killa Hill | |
| Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill | |
| Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill | |
| 10304 style, kid, yea | |
| For all my D.M.D. Rec posse niggaz | |
| You out there? Is you out there? | |
| I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the hold rush | |
| A dazzlin display if you could get close enough | |
| Cold Crush like the 4 stinger anaconda | |
| Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor | |
| Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna | |
| Spiderman identity Peter Parker | |
| Crowd pleaser register off the meter | |
| Vocal street sweeper bucks shots through the speaker | |
| Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands | |
| True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands | |
| Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan | |
| Clansman stabbin the track with both hands | |
| Not a lost soul who falls for fool's gold | |
| I shine like a diamond in the true state of coal | |
| Too hot to handle, too cold to hold | |
| Rap with a 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 dot com | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Killa Bees live in the place be | |
| Burn third degree on the M-I-C | |
| So deadly cause a catastrophe | |
| And this is the way we crash the party | |
| Say | |
| Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec | |
| Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec | |
| (Inspectah Deck) | |
| Yo, Killa Bees swarmin | |
| Protect Ya Neck! What's the warnin? | |
| So, proceed with caution, I walk with my swordsmen | |
| We all in together, Wu-Tang forever gon' win | |
| >From Puerto Rico 'cross the caves of Berlin | |
| Echoin through cell blocks and federal pens | |
| It be the Wu-Tang, you came in when | |
| They left the game mentally and physically bent | |
| What I invent, sharp as bardwire 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 | |
| T.K.O., first round knockout, vex the big spenders | |
| Journey on the mic like Marco Polo | |
| Internal bleedin occurs to your photo | |
| Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north | |
| It's bloodsport, get rushed for tough talk | |
| But I hold my ground like it's high noon | |
| While police tapes surround the mic room | |
| I jump on a live tune, provide the boom | |
| Those who consume become faint from the fumes | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo ci : Harris, Hunter | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Killa Hill | |
| Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill | |
| Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill | |
| 10304 style, kid, yea | |
| For all my D. M. D. Rec posse niggaz | |
| You out there? Is you out there? | |
| I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the hold rush | |
| A dazzlin display if you could get close enough | |
| Cold Crush like the 4 stinger anaconda | |
| Fierce darts that' ll pierce through solid armor | |
| Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna | |
| Spiderman identity Peter Parker | |
| Crowd pleaser register off the meter | |
| Vocal street sweeper bucks shots through the speaker | |
| Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands | |
| True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands | |
| Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan | |
| Clansman stabbin the track with both hands | |
| Not a lost soul who falls for fool' s gold | |
| I shine like a diamond in the true state of coal | |
| Too hot to handle, too cold to hold | |
| Rap with a 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 dot com | |
| Chorus | |
| Killa Bees live in the place be | |
| Burn third degree on the MIC | |
| So deadly cause a catastrophe | |
| And this is the way we crash the party | |
| Say | |
| Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec | |
| Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| Yo, Killa Bees swarmin | |
| Protect Ya Neck! What' s the warnin? | |
| So, proceed with caution, I walk with my swordsmen | |
| We all in together, WuTang forever gon' win | |
| From Puerto Rico ' cross the caves of Berlin | |
| Echoin through cell blocks and federal pens | |
| It be the WuTang, you came in when | |
| They left the game mentally and physically bent | |
| What I invent, sharp as bardwire 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 | |
| T. K. O., first round knockout, vex the big spenders | |
| Journey on the mic like Marco Polo | |
| Internal bleedin occurs to your photo | |
| Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north | |
| It' s bloodsport, get rushed for tough talk | |
| But I hold my ground like it' s high noon | |
| While police tapes surround the mic room | |
| I jump on a live tune, provide the boom | |
| Those who consume become faint from the fumes | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Harris, Hunter | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| Oh, Killah Hill, Killah Killa Hill | |
| Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill | |
| Killah Hill, Killah Killah Hill | |
| 10304 style, kid, yea | |
| For all my D. M. D. Rec posse niggaz | |
| You out there? Is you out there? | |
| I throw your brain in the cobra clutch, behold the hold rush | |
| A dazzlin display if you could get close enough | |
| Cold Crush like the 4 stinger anaconda | |
| Fierce darts that' ll pierce through solid armor | |
| Lounge in the barracks with Blue and Cappadonna | |
| Spiderman identity Peter Parker | |
| Crowd pleaser register off the meter | |
| Vocal street sweeper bucks shots through the speaker | |
| Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands | |
| True fans get it hot like Jamaica sands | |
| Conquer land, wide like a eagle wingspan | |
| Clansman stabbin the track with both hands | |
| Not a lost soul who falls for fool' s gold | |
| I shine like a diamond in the true state of coal | |
| Too hot to handle, too cold to hold | |
| Rap with a 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 dot com | |
| Chorus | |
| Killa Bees live in the place be | |
| Burn third degree on the MIC | |
| So deadly cause a catastrophe | |
| And this is the way we crash the party | |
| Say | |
| Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec | |
| Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec, Rec | |
| Inspectah Deck | |
| Yo, Killa Bees swarmin | |
| Protect Ya Neck! What' s the warnin? | |
| So, proceed with caution, I walk with my swordsmen | |
| We all in together, WuTang forever gon' win | |
| From Puerto Rico ' cross the caves of Berlin | |
| Echoin through cell blocks and federal pens | |
| It be the WuTang, you came in when | |
| They left the game mentally and physically bent | |
| What I invent, sharp as bardwire 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 | |
| T. K. O., first round knockout, vex the big spenders | |
| Journey on the mic like Marco Polo | |
| Internal bleedin occurs to your photo | |
| Thoughts brought forth as wild as up north | |
| It' s bloodsport, get rushed for tough talk | |
| But I hold my ground like it' s high noon | |
| While police tapes surround the mic room | |
| I jump on a live tune, provide the boom | |
| Those who consume become faint from the fumes | |
| Chorus |
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