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RZA As Bobby Digital In Stereo (1998) Terrorist
BOBBY!!
Bobby Bobby Bobby, word up Digital, Digital Terrorist
shit, terrorist shit, come and get a hold of it Tune
of the Black Knight, Killarm, Killarm, Killarm Dom
Pachino/P.R. Terrorist Contemplate
on how to run this shit Universally
forever runnin Reflect
shots off my wall, (NEW SHIT) split your nugget Thoughts
too rugged, extortinate cream from off the budget Refugees
of the Terrorist, fans, they fuckin love it Insurance
can't cover it, maximum is a minimum Niggas,
they try to dub it, yo It's
the hottest shit on the streets since summer '86 My
prefix, like a remix, throw wind bricks Try
and dub the shit is accurate Come
for your head, it's Immaculate Conception When
my rep is, bustin shots Niggas
tryin to discuss my business around the neighborhood Dr.
Doom Yo,
switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos Up
in these killin fields you bound to die slow Your
style staggers like a drunken whino That's
why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight That's
like tryin to walk a type rope Switch
blade grenade rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos Up
in these killin field you bound to die slow Your
style staggers like a drunken whino That's
why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight That's
like tryin to walk a type rope, wit no feet Mercenary
team, streets of concreteSasquash dump a nigga ass on wide Friday Invincible,
Doctor destruct thought My
lyrics ran ward like Lebanon are troops, a Desert Storm It
be on son, Compton is the city where I come from Act
dumb if you want to and catch a hot one It's
that real, knuckle up, lace your boots tight Don't
give a fuck cuz every night is our night Killa
Sin Rap
bygones, smash pit, fire outta cons Fuck
bygones, rely on Islam and my pythons Squeeze
off long diss, window pitch, control of this Gun
pack recover my wrist, blast from this Have
these fake fucks cursin my name Knowin
damn well I'm hurting the same What
part of the game you playin, get insane Yo
three months ago we was on, fall is short now Chasin
the don, your money ain't long Faggot
fuck, bag em up, stick him in the back of my truck Strip
em and smack him up for actin up He's
slithering, hit him in the ribs again Broke
the code of honor that we livin in Could
lead to the whole click, dismember when Never
that, Killarm roll strong Even
though you born, watch the crew but still hold on I
love you when that drink, you probably told me who bust you Should
of payed attention but I slept so for that I
gotta dust two, devils off, headed off, all that Fuck
it, blow trial stat, Law and Order cat gotta serve justice What,
fuck this, adjust, get your musket, and bust quick word up [Holocaust]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, these-[cut off] |
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