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RZA As Bobby Digital In Stereo (1998) Lab
Drunk Intro:
RZA Wu-Tang
worldwide, Wu-Tang, Bobby Digital worldwide wordlwide,
word up, all y'all crab MC's out there Let
me spark y'all like this one time RZA
Yo,
I make your fragile bones rattle with babbles, chrome bowls Microphone
arrows thrown strike like stone paddles to
ya head, you'll be spread across the floor and
ain't headed for a bead of rosesneedle threaded, one jaw have said it by
the fatal blow, tornado blow, battleship Wu
boats will float, torpedo, you can't stay a-float You
sink to the brink of extincted animals while
I bang on your head to the buckle like bawdy animals Steal
stinger, Killa Bee ten inches, sharper than picket fences quick
to detect your intentions, if they're wicked meditate,
build the house on the next dimension My
flow is co-hension, you'll be startled Stumbled
into my lab half-drunk Honey-dipped,
stinkin bluntssmellin like I ran over I skunk Wiz
poppin junk, it must be that time of the month But
fuck it, I got to spit this verse from my lung Stumbled
inside my lab half-drunk Honey-dipped,
stinkin blunts smellin
like I ran over I skunk Wiz
poppin junk, it must be that time of the month But
fuck it, I got to spit this verse, yo Pound
drop your head to the canvas It's
like you got no fuckin manners You
be duckin hammers, we be clutchin banners Touchin
amateur challengers, we try to throw off balancers Keep
a 120 brain compounder inside the cannister You
can't compare to an atom of my hair While
my verbal shot be drillin through the cave of your ear Recochet
to the ceilin, the desert eagle hemisphere Deflect
off your medula, exit off to the rear MCin
is easier to me than breathin and
makin beats to me is easier than bein Killin
vibes is easier than seein I
be geein, and fuck with the Wu-Tang Clan is wildin bitch,
than a 1000 foot hill with broke steez Plot
by rocks, wildily ghost, still needle flyin trees My
mind sees all of the unusual energies Tell
me, have you ever felt a sunshine breeze? Stumbled
into my lab half-drunk Honey-dipped,
stinkin bluntssmellin like I ran over I skunk Wiz
poppin junk, it must be that time of the month But
fuck that, I got to get a verse from my lung Stumbled
inside my lab half-drunk Honey-dipped,
stinkin blunts smellin
like I ran over I skunk Wiz
poppin junk, it must be that time of the month But
fuck it, I got to spit it Yo,
your floweress is powerless against me Your
cowardess attack can master track alchemist raps Rap
Malcolm, my champagne staims, silver, lex bullet 4 Millenium
falcon, just to protect the Wu-Tang's sacred valium Chased
by jake's planes, I race state's police We
slay microphone foes, the size of ro-beasts Unpredictable
pain is inflictable Razor
blade will ripple you, death blow will cripple you 1.9
level meter, son, you just skipped on my class is
here to rap camera classes, hi-jack these bus passes This
system was symphonic, jacked with no masses Sound
systems blast-es, rhyme system was writin, well-casted Strong
as safari hunter, calm in black mongo Un-plug
the dynamic mic cord and hung you from
a towerin speaker, I tape your ear to the tweater My
mental idea's are more severe than your heater Innocent
drive-bys, 85'ers shoot try to over throw us They
love us like babies, once they get to know us Your
floweress is powerless against me Stumbled
into my lab half-drunk Honey-dipped,
stinkin bluntssmellin like I ran over I skunk Wiz
poppin junk, it must be that time of the month But
fuck that, I got to get a verse from my lung Stumbled
into my lab half-drunk Honey-dipped,
stinkin bluntssmellin like I ran over I skunk Wiz
poppin junk, it must be that time of the month But
fuck that, I got to get the verse out my lung |
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