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RZA As Bobby Digital In Stereo (1998) Bobby
Did It Islord
Aiyyo,
let me tell y'all niggaz somethin One
thing, let me tell y'all niggaz somethin I
don't give a, flyin fuck about none
of y'all niggaz out here None
of y'all niggaz out here Cause
you ain't, none of my motherfuckin comrades I
don't give a, flyin fuck, what? You want it? Bring
it son, bring it son Bring
it, yo, check it on out Yo,
lyrically, I got all y'all niggaz under my wing Cause
I bring terror throughout this rap era Like
them Muslim cats, who don't give a fuckabout blowin this rock, off the map
where
Mayor Guiliani rest at, so let me get that microphone
up off of you, cause it's definitely
not meant for you to have it in your palm To
try to rock the crowd Puttin
it all on to stay calm You
waited for the God Islord to drop the bomb and
swarm the stage about a hundred fatwith lyrical material that's all that Like
a two point five carat clustered jew-el Rock
like Patti La-Belle Cause
everything is real kid, you dead up Dissect
the true kids gettin set up for
a car/Jeep heist, it ain't nice As
we ran up in the crib and stuck the kid and
smacked the wife, cause she, had on two chainswith a tray full of ice in
em But
that's how it goes down When
you livin in the Cold World Royal
Fam Cold
World, what?Yo, I spit flames thermonuclear type Ignite
mics, blow up U.S.A. satellites Insane
Unabomber, my whole Fam lace golden armor Royal
calmer, black Queen black Madonna The
missing link be the big lips on the Sphinx Intelligent
instincts I
say knowledge is the foundation when
I move in the L's formation, against Hell's nation Bobby
Digital cybertech test microcheck High
bi-as, record the levels Anti
for devils.. anti for devils Ndira
speaking
in a foreign language eventually
says "I wanna be Digital Bobby Bobby
Digital.. RZA ? Bobby, Bobby Digital" Bobby
Digital All
you analog cats from weak tracks, and weak raps and
weak video clips and weak stacks Beatin
bitches with weak lawyers, and weak acts and
weak staffs, born life couldn't copyright with
weak math, come get a dose, of the strong coconuts
splittin, all you chocolate deluxe butter alms French
buttercups, probably wanna see Bobby in handcuffs with
the toes in my mouthStand up or rape me, rotate auto-locate me In
the center solar Corner
block Hip-Hop now expand to the polar Fuzzy
low short frequency Circuit
breakers, try to take us
on illusionary rides to the future Polygram
graphic rap actors, flash ya Cash
and jewelry like bus passes That's
why your ass got stuck up so
Wake the fuck Up or get smoked Analog
rhymes hoes are like groupies we fucked Took
for derelict, Sales are too Soupy Better
get the Bobby Digital movie! Ghostface
Killah Tarantula,
that groove season Newlywed
of rap, which G you believe in? Rally
back, twist a half a man arm off Late
night, nearly happy standoff How
boldly blinded by Bobby crossthievin van diva Lever
2000 mic talk Might
bolt to match, pinch me in the eve Carved
perfectly from God Manufactured
through the eye, came Puma dash I
snares Dumar, Nicolas, half a face, Cage Half
a coke Dutch sprinkle sage Bounce
to Huey crib yo and got laid Straight
off the ground y'all word up ..
Bad bitch [Jamie
Sommers] Yo,
yo Yo
my tapdance sword splash Yo..
my nigga Dix'll leave you whiplashed, feel the cash Pussy
worth a key a stash, bloodbath Hard
to walk the righteous path Flavor
for life into death This
berry tart your ginger Ooh
she mad tender, Analog surrender off
my motherfuckin splendor, Jamie Sommers pussy bionic Super-sonic,
splash you with the Wu-Wear garments For
the nine fuckin nine, motherfuckers |
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