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RZA As Bobby Digital In Stereo (1998) N.Y.C.
Everything RZA/Bobby
Digital Yo,
yo, yo From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Green Now-Y-C/Now
I see EverythingNiggas who sling, Shaolin cats throw inside a bing Bobby
Digital got the golden seal sting Rhyme
star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar My
pinstripe comma deletes your power bar Dr.
Octopus tentacles, same as different song Bob
Digital instrumental, nothing's indentitcal You
biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head or Ida Deep-fried
crinkle cut, one nickel cup fucked your whole LP up You
must be stupid you liar I'm
the purifier, live wire, hip-hop reviver A
suicide mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen Perfect
precision marksman, spit darts an, flip charts 'an Archery,
shots aimed at your heart then Daffy
Duckas will still bring the mothafucking ruckus Project
Killa Hill be the buck-us Smoke
blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Buzz Lightyear Wet
from here to infinity for them white hair Bobby
Digital, overthrow your whole citadel Mista
pitiful, your whole shrap stack is dispicable I'm
the nervous, your shit cannot flourish Cherish
every moment of his love before you perish Bitch,
chicka chicka chich, watch me switch Lookin
for a bird, I can hitch, into your atmosphere Take
your pussy out like a pap smear Make
you smile, at the same time crack a tear Smack
ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider Up
inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit wider Taste
the apple cider, you become strong, then become a ?prider? (Bobby
Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi) Stuck
to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie Heart
of Medina to the head of Fort GreenNow-Y-C/Now I see Everything Niggas
who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing Bobby
Digital got the killa bee sting From
the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Green Now-Y-C
Everything, niggas who sling Shaolin
cats is thrown inside the bing Bobby
Digital got the killa bee sting Method
Man Drink
a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again Nevermindin
men droppin gem, can he shine again Most
definate, let this be my last willing testament For
the pesimist, exercise for the Exorcist Johnny
Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be Perpetuous,
desimate the poetry cuz everything is close to me The
lectorous, Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit Leviathon The
Methodist, poly to your deficit, hit it up If
I can't live it up somebody gotta give it up John
J., blow em out the water adopt the Bombey Your
bitch look like Stronjay, look at me the wrong way Burn
one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play They
bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover I'm
like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber Cuz
I'm not an easy lover To
the midnight, butt naked wit a knife Ask
my alien likes, I've been crazy all my life Hardtime
homicide, time flys, do or die Crooked
ass and crooked eye, scripture from the darkside Johnny
5, I reside, in the killa bee hive, only the strong gon' survive From
the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born Wildin
on Staten Island be the poet John John Can't
forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp Like
my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip From
the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born Wildin
on Staten Island be the poet John John Can't
forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp Like
my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip |
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