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RZA As Bobby Digital In Stereo (1998)

Love Jones

Intro:

C'mon Bobby, turn off that loud shit

Damn, I wanna hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you

You know, a nigga, knahmsayinGoin through all that shit in the streets n shit

The hip-hop shit, only shit keep a nigga mind in

I hear you, but it's all about me and you right now

Word

Just take off your shirt cause I wanna massage your back and your shoulders

My little Buttercup, yaknahmean?

You a Buttercup girl Oh is that right?

Yeah

Well, I got Love Jones for you

Word, tell me about it

Chorus: Angel Cake

Love Jones, I got a Love Jones

I got a Love Jones.. for you repeat 2x

Bobby Digital

Yo girl you shinin like a brand new spankin black glock

or a thousand hundred dollar bills inside a shoebox

Exotic bird, special blend of selected fine herbs

make me wanna kick my bitch to the curb

Shaped like a naked statue, but look sacred

Candy to a baby y'know, I'm ready to take it

She spread your wings like a peacock

Girl you be the bomb, and Bobby be shellshocked!

Behold as I shape and mold your formless globe

into a perfect O, and breathe the breath of life into your nose

With the fragrance of a fresh pink rose

and stroll into your eyes, the windows to your soul

And choose the best part, the dark pupil I chose

Your heart was mutual, into the center I dove

Backstroke in your abyss like a fish

Countin every thought and dream and wish, that exists within six

She was filled with pleasures, of all measures

But never took the time to discover, her own sunken treasure

Unlock the jewelry box, knowledge rose to the top

The distilled back in the fine mists, that gave birth to the crops

and seas, that brought us together, for the better

We could never seperate so maintain your stormy weather

So maintain the stormy weather

Word up, and let's walk these dogs together Boo

Chorus

Bobby Digital

Yo, Power Equality, Allah C's Everything my Queen

Whattup Love, won't you just slide under my wings

so we can take flight, to the edge of the night

And like doves, we makin love above the bright moonlight

You know I fills you, so let my love pass and spill through

your sexual vessels, that bless you then fills you

up with knowledge and wisdom you understandin

that bring forth the power refines your whole planet

She couldn't maintain this heavy slang that I dropped upon her

She claimed it never rains, down in Southern California

Bein a black man is most prominant and all dominant

I couldn't wait to get her home so I could explore her dark continent

And put my fountain, between her hills and mountains

Impingin every square inch of her circumfrence I was countin

Twelve trillion, four hundred and seventy-eight billion

one hundred and eighteen million, four hundred thousand ways

to make children, by buildin

Detected a fine mist but couldn't resist, I told her,

"You wanna travel inside my head and see if you could rise above six?"

Then tilt her at the axis then bent her at her equator

and stuck the diamond might deep inside the crater

Chorus

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