West Coast, West Coast
Killa Beez
Antlers, hammers and hacksaw, the wizard

Poetry of a man with no name, America
Cement mixed walled and born in ice cream
Holocaust the Minnie, greet with bloody handshake

Wu Empire and colleagues, luxurious
You torn like tape off football helmets, chip
Four cups of crushed bricks, half cup of roses

Smoke a green and yellow candycane
Zombies still move through the college with orange teeth
Pistols still pointed at the floor, spinal crumbs

Blood hits snow and hard, scooped up in hand fulls
Bathe in the river, the waterfall runs red
Sasquatch, Yeti, battallion with one head

In a lonely place, dollars, razors and marbles
We break open forearms, Earth the last hour
Out in the tea house playing a hand of spades

Fist full of grenades, blow out the watch light
Convicts rally at moon set, the last
Flow stay smoggy, old carnival wind chime

Sideshow freaks, belly dancers and gypsies
One of the wood cutters, village Architect
Eighty-eight sandwiches, Thurmos in a lunch box

In a harsh realm, during the end of butterflies
Flutter diamond moths, both with dusty wings
Bodies lay soaked in a desert, throats gouged out

Tongues spit out of their heads, I had a purpose
Will you still love me tomorrow? Architect
Will you still love me tomorrow? Holocaust



Royal Famous, blame us

Yo
My first whip be a Chrysler
So when you see me you say, "Chrys' is comin"

Ice numbin ya neck, throw one of those
Strong notes, Indian pose, flat footed
Yo my back hearts, feel like them crumbled wings

Bless by the Heaven kings, my crown piece seven rings
Money to earn, money to burn
Give some, lend some, take it, $#&@ it

Be stingy off a stash if you have to
^!$$%, what? Flip a pack of if you have to
Passion, pawn the %#@!, ya highest bidder

Buy from the streets, cop at wholesale price
Motel models, go tell five-oh
Five-oh follow the black El Dorado



Who got that real %#@! ^!$$%z blast to, (*##$es shake they $$# to?

Hit you up with the hood when we pass through
Black Knights, Royal Fam got that hot %#@! (yo)
Topless in the @@#!pit of my drop six

.. in the @@#!pit of the drop six



Yeah, yo
Give me beats like this I start burnin
Wack MC's, ya still learnin

Just like punk cops that rotate on ya block
Millions of people was gonna hear the North Stars shot
While the worlds rock mental, I hold presidential

Bare essentials, Wu-Tang credentials
Makin ^!$$%z catch wind chills when my N.S. wind build
^!$$%z better get real

Even though I stay pissy drunk, run with Kurupt
In a red mini van fed tinted, smokin on that spinach
All funny ^!$$%z get planted

I got that Long Beach %#@! like J. Bennett
The rest of y'all ^!$$%z sound like women
Scared of my sword when it's given

Y'all ^!$$%z better stop pretendin
Cuz the words like I'll speak, we'll keep 'em printed
Kill or be killed is what I'm representin
.. representin



Yo, yo, check it, yo
As 7 clouds form the storm,
I baffle Gabriel the archangel with death, death to
his first born, Earth mourns Wu Killa Beez on the swarm

From the battleship throw darts that be acrid
We ninjas, we backflip with tactics of antrax
Arise like the novice from earth under canvas
Of the Clan, fist to fist, kamikaze shock this
Like !#@$ documents Apache Helicopters strike down

near the bunker of the Glocksmiths
Shop the Dirty Weaponry, Tecs from the 70's
Gone With the Wind, I slung mines within
My men tackle dikes with the 7 deadly dicks
Neglect my covenant, my government enslaves you to my

Hall o Double Justice and bloodstains your judgement
so prepare to be slain by the truth
It's Blood for Blood When All Hell Breaks Loose son

Wu-Tang Killa Beez from Shaolin Europe
Black Knights, Royal Fam

It's Cilvaringz, on