Wu-Tang Killa Beez – Fatal Sting lyrics

Monk]
In the battle fields mics collide like sword fights
Get stabbed up by the swift technique of a Black Knight
Who pierce strikes like vicious snakes, rhymes elevate
Niggaz get sniped watch me annihilate
The Gods got me eating off o' fine dinner plates
With this rap shit told me don't procrastinate
West Coast lyricist, Killa Bee clique we swarm thick
Spit the written like scripts
No but fully loaded throw darts and make it hit, the target
Pardon, me as I keep on starting, mo' shit
Feel the wrath with these raw hits from Math
You don't stand a chance, you can't top it we too advanced

[Crisis]
Sharp shooter with the greatest accuracy
Blast it rapidly, if those attacking me are after me
You'll never capture me, it's sad to see niggaz testing me
You meet your destiny, can't get next to me
The best of me, you know the recipe
The cut-throat, make the blood soak from the gun-smoke
Have you gasping for oxygen
Then pops you with the glocks again
Drop 'em in with the street knife, the street type
We snipe, artificial niggaz under street lights
Street fights transform into wars with firearms
Bullets storm, niggaz start to swarm like the rise on
Dying on the same blocks where they exchange rocks
And flame glocks, year after year up in the same spot
Total madness synergy in city streets
Battle many fleets as they walk by the gates of the darkside

Black Knights
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

[Doc Doom]
The microphone magnificent, burning hot like syphilis
Hit your district from distances, bombin leave no witnesses
The street division kid from the, home of the wasteland
Styles bionic, sounds blow holes through your basement
Face it for the Black Knights there's no replacement
You're basic, kid put this in your mouth so you can taste it
These ancient rhymes are lethal, when manifested
Bring wrath of bloody vengeance to suckers that second guessed it
Confess it I got the tight flows that'll make you stagger
Came out my mother's womb with a blunt and bloody dagger
From day one I knew that I'd be on some ol' lye shit
Do or die shit, ready to die slug slide shit

[Christbearer]
The audity prodigy
The cosmos commodity, knowledge guides equality
A whiff while I myth and I sniff off a E&J fifth and a spliff
The proton neutron, Sally with the crouton dipping in the Yukon
Supernova yoga, dosia, ambrosia, crane and cobra
The yolk for help and the stealth with the knowledge of self
like no one else, the code of yoba, from the noble none of my niggaz local

[sample from "The Swarm"]
Well it's damn hard to believe insects have accomplished
What nothing in the world could have done
Except germ warfare and neutron bomb
Neutralize an I.C.B. insect
{*bees buzzing*}
{*explosion*}