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RZA As Bobby Digital In Stereo (1998) Holocaust
(Silkworm) Holocaust,
(Mrs.Roxy) (Bobby
Digital) Wu-Tang
Killer Bees (Its
all about Bobby, I'm floatin in your galaxy) You
fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality Grahically,
my killer bee family stings the galaxy Insanity,
titanium stomach, devourin guiness My
flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance Still
deceases kill viruses, planets and racial creatures Made
MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features Waste
your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain Eighty
shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name Holocaust,
black man, lose vains, littered with thorns Back-smack
you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed Swarm
dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs Strike
three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm Cuz
I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery My
felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece Stop
graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, temp me I'll
break it simply, I'm horrifyingly empty Spittin
darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out Rock
crush or german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route Forearm
bash with twenty jabs on the ave. or your lab, get stabbed in bloodybath While,
I'm sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds Bitches
leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees Circle
thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus Got
oscar nominee MC's stuck to my hatchet Drastic,
indescribable pain, I injure bars While,
Bobby's throwin razor CD's like ninja stars Rza
chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chhhhh
Yo,
yo, yo, dropped down a man-hole, yo, I rap ammo Blows
out your candle, check, yo Dropped down a man-hole, I rap ammo Blows
out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Jandel Release
the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempo Scared
your ass, you jumped through a closed window To
a hundred beats per a second, my mic's secret weapon Infertiate
your style to that of Led Zeplin Encyclopedia
Brittanica, Hanna Barbera, world of superest incher Couldn't
give a proper word on the scripture of my manner You're
just a flicker to my inferno, we burn for eternal MC's
delight - popcorn, we poppin every curnel Jot
us in your journal, we hot like a thermal nuclear
explosion, under my control of your country My
technique, he vocabulary freak Recite
for state, my divine is like Dante's Peak At
most, you'll be trapped off in Pat Moss Get
smacked in the back of your neck with the black toast King
Cobra, back blew back and bare foot On
the roof dusted out, waitin for carriers Poppin
like Orville Redd'n Bocker or Betty Crocker The
pop secret is the fourty-five glock popper Control
men like rats thats controlled by Ben or Willis American
Express privelages, blood spillage We
got more balls then village Star-spangled
banner, soldier stand up Cobra
commander, stop the propaganda Thirty
shot banana clip, full-loaded, radar scanners get decoded Digital
warfare torments your head, eye's bloated Nexus
floated, poison darts quoted American
eagle stingin up blue Beetle Bailey on
the wine mixed with Hennessey daily Keep
thee scaly, Israeli niggaz from the clan We
bide the omish that'll harness the promised land Dr.
Doom Yo,
yo, yo, you can't escape from the Dr. of Doom My
lyrics bloom on bafoons and take flight like witches brooms That
full moon on all you dumb-dumbsWatch your filthy rise away like soap scum The
war-lord swingin flamin swords just like a shogun of
the darkness, my scriptures cause arches like flamin archmen My
killer bee sting remains accurate like a marksman So,
tape with caution, we attack like black martians Corner
of the market, by usin digital strategies Reefer
sparks my acid battery, yall niggaz flatter me With
all that tough talk, I drop bombs like Mookie Blaylock From
the outside or the inside, create intense rides When
my pen glides all MC's will get they heads flied For
talkin shit, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pit Killer
bees must reign supreme throughout the continent We
conquered it, mother fuckers Ghostface
Killah Eh
yo, the beat terminal, exquisite young coolie high production Caught
up in the hollow-head suction Ten
pogo sticks, two black-belts that break bricks Diet
coke meetin's with the rich I'm
faithfully married to rap We've
been engaged for twelve years Tyson
bite Holyfield ear We
love the sport, look out your window Now
see, pull up to say, yall be amazed me Tony
Starks, spaceship, ran by a daughter's cellar Only
man out, walked through hell Dick
swingin like shit went well Call
it the mighty Joe Young Double-swirl
slush, Wonder Woman, sapphire shit with the pearls It
looked real nice, yo, heavy on the gravy Third,
bag a secretary in the glaze, he tagged eighty words From
Whirl-winds to whirl-pools, see wise watch the earth spin Sunny-dance
with the serpent, who shot JJ and its my bone The
same nigga ridin the train, same nigga with his name on the jacket Switch
to chaseable, inhaled the bad bag of that Jason Fell
out twice in the basement Straight
up and down, yall |
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