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RZA As Bobby Digital In Stereo (1998) B.O.B.B.Y.
Verse
One: Utimate
Breakbeats and shit right?Niggaz still, makin money offa those shits Loopin
the same shits for a thousand yearsand shit right? The
B, the O, the B, the B, the Y The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A,
the L The
B, the O, the B, the B, the Y The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A,
the L Digital
Yo,
you know us to be robust, the greatest crew since Cold Crush This
poisonous slang keep MC's avoidin us Can't
think about the proper remedies for destroyin us Your
best bet black is sit back and start enjoyin us And
run your commisary, attack your corinary, I'ma bury revolutionary Honorary
is sonic electronic brain like Johnny Nneumonic Get
boosted from the sorrow and went Wu-tonic You
be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle to
serve to your bird, with cheese and pumpernickle *Ch-cha Pssh* Three
state Charlie a classic like Marley Marl Tie
your ass down and run you over with a trolley car My
nigga Kucky keep em Bucky like Dent Intent,
read the fine print -- it says Do
not enter, or cross the lines You
be tossed behind, and forced to submit to the rhyme Chorus:
B-O-B-B-YD-I-G-I-T-A-L
B-O-B-B-YD-I-G-I-T-A-L
B-O-B-B-YD-I-G-I-T-A-L
Digital,
Digital Verse
Two: Four-four
in the holster strapped tight by the velcro Steel
padded vest on the chest armed right from the elbow Pointed
rings resemble Killa Bee stings It's
the mental of slingin swords, thing ? a buck brings Rain,
hail, snow and earthquakes, search your mental birthdate 50
state prisons keep the body in perfect shape Just
got hit on the hip by this bird talkin bout she
got a blister on her lip That
comes from not garglin after suckin I'm
togglin the buttons on my cell-phone Call
my nigga, Tone the well known Bubblegoose
shredders made him thick as Carl Weathers Solid
chrome barettas nines stuffed inside the Wu leather Hot
shots melt through your pleather Never
ending story not from the land of Nether We
fight for our wives to the death like Mega Evers Wu-Tang
Clan Forever, all and together now Chorus:
B-O-B-B-Y
D-I-G-I-T-A-L B-O-B-B-YD-I-G-I
Digital,
Digital Verse
Three: Yo,
up from the rugged grains of Shaolin soil Ol'
Earth kept a nigga spoilt Though
the reigns to my veins remain royal, burnin up High
speed dub, my CD spins like a hub-cap on a Ac' Tre-pound
snub rap we might joustFresh spring water from the ounce Stalked
like a tomahawk, Indian bitch, you get scalped like
a ticket sold in Cleveland, you feel me in and
now I stream up your bone marrow Wu-Tang
song last long as Christmas carols Niggaz
throw darts, I'm shootin flamin arrows Pierce
through your physical faculties with pin-point accuracy You
don't wanna battle me.. The
B, the O, the B, the B, the Y The
D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L (Digital,
Digital, CHHHHHHHHH) The
B, the O, the B, the B, the Y The
D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L The
B, the O, the B, the B, the Y The
D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L B-O-B-B-Y
D-I-G-I-T-A-L
B-O-B-B-Y
D-I-G-I-T-A-L
B-O-B-B-Y
D-I-G-I-T-A-L
Digital, Digital, Psshh |
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