[Intro: RZA/Bobby Digital]
Yo, yo, fuck what you think
Fuck what you think
[Chorus: RZA/Bobby Digital]
It's about what you know, so fuck what you think
Twenty-one and over to drink
Nineteen and over to fuck
Sixteen and over to pat
A twelve year old kid got bucked
[RZA/Bobby Digital]
This week inperium flat lay your ass flat as a matress
Smack your head off the axis, the rhyme fashous
Silencer on the tech-nine shot got your pillow wet
All your bitch say was the black silhouette
of the dark ninja, Lion King of the jungle, Simba
Cut the roof to your family tree, timber
We and Dr. Strange in the black reign smokin chimneys
Phat Cappadonna tape stuck inside my Benzi
The blue coats is comin, the red coats is comin
The fed coats is comin, the wet heads is comin
I heard to Dirt was up in the Riker's fuckin a female
CO, Wu-Tang keep it on the D-low
Third eye is a trillion million watt gigabyte
Insite like bright, can't find this on your website
Everglow superior to your inferior material
Verbal serial murder, givin you pussy cats material
injections, lethal injections, ran from house
Left the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, puzzle like jigsaw
Suggled author BizMark, yo
[Chorus]
[Islord]
Aiyyo, rock head niggaz who grab mics for the first time
Get fronted on majory once the God slides in
on the scene, love-love in the place to be
All-American lyrics, the top choice
in this rap market from Now Y all the way to England
cuz my click be jinglin under Wu-Tang Productions
This crook that sell a million, then bounced on outta state
Rap fiends was trapped in cells like hot cakes
Faster than the rate of the Earth travel
Which one-hundred-thirty-seven and one third miles per a hour
And peace to the God Power for never fallin for nothin less
than a hundred grands and rap with rubberbands placed in
golden suitcases, slitted across the table
to walk the dogs in the nine-eight, the nine-eight
[9th Prince/Madman]
Yo, I build with the great minds of Africa
RZA, Star Trek Voyager, Killah Hill side strangler
Captured you in inside thirty-six gas chambers
North American, Arabian, high ? indian
9th Prince convinces his enemies to kill themselves
Like Dr. Kavorkian, travel like razor satellites
Prepared for battle to rade the castle
Got tackled by the rebels, the plate in my head is heavy metal
Lyrical chain reaction, deadly instruments, run for Symantecs
The international civil war assassins
Geological, biochemical, camouflaged nuclear aropostles
Sounds posible, cuz regardless visual
English grammer, mental examiner
I shock the world like the death of Princess Diana
Reverse psychology on technology, accept no apologies
The penalty is to cut off your arms and feet
Poetry teachers are speechers seepin through the speakers
My fans will become die hard listeners, plus ear bleeders
[RZA/Bobby Digital]
Fuck what you think
Fuck what you think
Fuck what you think
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: RZA/Bobby Digital]
Word up, Fuck what you think
Word up, yo
*beepin sound to fade*
featuring Ghostface Killah Islord Ndira
Royal Fam Jamie Sommers
[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 fuck
about 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 fat
with 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 chains
with 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 mouth
Stand 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
(feat. Allah Real, Daddy-O, Division)
[Intro: ShaCronz]
Yeah, uh, it's dark outside
We still in the hood with this one, ya'll
Yeah, from the projects, slums, Fort Greene
Huh? Ain't no sun outside, never sunny where I'm from
Always grimy, yo, yo, yo, yo
[ShaCronz]
Everyday is a struggle, but you can catch my team hustlin' to the late night
Takin' risks, playin' dice, screamin' "We hate life!"
Gettin' this money, but we want more
I see a lot of niggas beefin', but they don't want war
I heat targets, anything you sese, rob it, got beef like the meat market
I'm clappin' captains, lieutenants, and police sergeants
I got two hoes named Denise and Margaret
They come through and finish drama after we start it
All my chicks major, I rep N.Y. like a Knick player
Get paper, split haters, I still spit and shit razors
Got eight pair of sick 'gators, five watches
Switch flavors, 50 red and blue rocks around the wrist, player
My vision is deep the Division will creep
run up on you, start hittin' your peeps
Nigga, we ain't playin, our mission's discreet
I'm clippin' your peeps, have you missin' for weeks
To let you know we ain't playin'
[RZA]
Olive oil and fried tomatoes and basil
I stepped in flared nasal from Hazelnut Amaretto
My watch 80 G appraisal
Plus they drop 50 G's for a RZA beat
Cherry wood, hid the receipts, presidential suites
Ice cold bottles of Cristy 'til my eyes misty
Complainin' to my lawyer how this rookie tried to frisk me
Jealous of my jeep, I gave his badge to the chief
And got his ass directin' traffic in the heat for a week
[Freemurda]
Keep comin' out your gums like loose teeth
You gonna take a 40 to the mouth and it ain't no brewski
That monitor gonna show straight lines like looseleaf
Got Up North niggas straight out the box like Lucies
Wanna shoot me? know you get a kick out of that just like Bruce Lee
Ya'll don't wanna lose teeth
Comin' all out of your face just like pimples
That thing comin' out of my waist, gotta hit you
'Cuz ya'll niggas ain't with it, better quit it
'Til you catch one through that man dribblin' on your fitted
That mean one through the front, through the back of the cap
Like the great Pun packin' a Mac in the back of the Ac'
You could take one, not talkin' bout a Act'
I get cake from the fat crack bag with them packs, what?
[Allah Real]
Wherever I go, I always stand tall
Wherever I go, I always stand tall
[Outro: Daddy-O (RZA)]
Yo, peace, yo, Bobby! What up?
(What up, O? What up fam?)
What up cousin, how you (nothin' just trynna sling this shit)
What's goin' on (You know I made that drop good off, right?)
Oh, word? (Guaranteed, we made all this shit, man)
That's what's up, yo, but check this out
I got something new here for you, right here (what?)
Supposed to give me some lesson (Lesson?)
Yeah, lesson (what you talkin' bout, nigga?)
Straight (know, how to what, cook the shit up, nigga?)
Nah, nah, Knowledge, Wisdom, Understanding, Culture, Freedom..
It's right here (son, what's that all about, though, yo?)
Yo, God, it's the new way of life, knowhatimsayin? It's the truth
It's the way it's gonna set you free
I think you an intelligent brother, you should check this out
Youknowhatimsayin, Supreme Mathematics, youknowhatimsayin
Check this out, and let me know... (let's see what you talkin' about)
Youknowhatimsayin, I know you'll respond good
This could take you to another level
(Now hold on, man, you an O.G., you trynna tell me you trynna read, man, nigga?)
Listen, brother, I've been readin', man, without this man I wouldn't be here right now
You know? (You know what, god? Youknowhatimean?
I'mma trust your word on this, I'mma pick this up, I'mma read this, aight
I'mma get back at you, if I can relate, we'll relate
if not, you still gonna have those pounds for me though, right?!?)
Yeah, no doubt, but yo, right now, these the pounds right here, g
This is Math right here (yeah, it's like that, for real, fam?)
For real (aight) aight, peace (Peace fam)
[Woman over vocoder]
Digital Electronics!
[Intro - RZA (Jammie Sommers)]
So we gon' check the 25th caller
Caller? (Hello?)
Caller, you're on the air (Yeah, hello?)
You're on the air, sweetheart
(Hello, yeah, I'd like to make a request
Yeah, I wanna hear somethin Digital)
Oh yeah?
(That means somethin that's gonna keep me up and turn
me on)
Well, I got this new joint, the Glocko Pop
(Glocko Pop?)
Yeah, Glocko Pop
(Oh, I love that song!
Oh my God!)
Here it is, just for you, sugar
[RZA]
Bobby Digital back on the set
Watch girl's pussies get wet wet wet wet wet
Drip drip drip drip, drop drop drop drop
Hip-hop you just can't stop stop stop stop
Watch my glock glock glock glock glock
It goes pop pop pop pop pop
My Glocko pop pop pop
My Glockoes pop pop pop
His rugged go pop pop pop pop
You stomp the fuck off yo' block
My Glockoes pop pop pop
My Glocko pop pop pop (x4)
You stomp the fuck off yo' block
My Glocko pop pop pop
Bob Digi-tech live in effect, you just didn't expect
one man to come along and bring a new song
and break your barrier down, you can't carry the sound
Buckwild juvenile from Shaolin Island, what? What?
Who wants to get violent? Remain silent
My Glocko pop pop pop
My Glocko pop pop pop
His Glocko pop pop pop
His Glocko pop pop pop
My son go pop pop pop
My gun go pop pop pop
His Glocko pop pop pop
One love, go pop pop pop
His love go pop pop pop
[Method Man (Masta Killa)]
Yo.. who wanna play the hero? Your chances are slim
Less than zero, Shaolin laboratory friend
That's the shit though, came to satisfy but can't get no
Sound pasified from the get-go, Cuban neckties for you Kiko
Only carry mines for protection, the hoods like the Wild West I reckon
Hold up a second, lost my breathe and
take it from the top bitch or do somethin
Mr. Method runnin in your session
with nothin but my words as my weapon
and twenty-eight years of aggression
Do it for my people when I take it back
like I'm repo-man, agent double-oh negro
Know who I am? No, I don't give a damn
Evil, flash ya Crooked I like I'm eagle
Gets down and dirty like your moms pots and pans
From a smoked pipe, drink it down like Sedan
This is how ya Enter the Wu-Tang Clan (Yeah)
36 Chambers, you're pu-tang man (Word)
Brothers with a mic make a true slang thin (Yeah)
Brother with a gun make the loot change hands (Word)
That's how it is, you could ask RZ-A
The rain, hail or snow I deliver
[Interlude - Jammie Sommers]
DJ, that music just turns me on
[Masta Killa]
The marvelous bone crushin assassin appears to be
blind in glasses
Daredevil bang head with shovel
Iron skin, Tony Starks, liquid metal
The rebel in the evenin, shadows sweapens, vanishin
the book of instruction, fuckin with the Wu-Tang Production
is lord to all who come and see, my art too deadly to teach
Read my death touch, ascended grief between each point
Slendid, hand Swingin Sword recommended
Slice through the bone intended
Try to sketch the classes, reflection of perfection
Mic-phone swing like numb stick to scar
Mohammed Ali, mic MC, Shakwan walk the dead sea
Dead sea, Digi..
[Streetlife]
Yo, yo.. yo..
My mind keeps playin tricks, I'm caught up in The Matrix
Digital mould, your flows is all wasted
You smoke weed with seeds, I crush mines and lace it
Two tokes a pass, kid it's all basic
I know you lust, so relax and be patient
As soon as I spark the stem, ya all taste it
Number one on the charts, it's time to erase it
Replace it, you was wack from the start, face it
[Interlude - Jammie Sommers]
DJ, that music just turns me on
[RZA]
My Glocko pop pop pop
His love go pop pop pop
My Glocko pop pop pop (x5)
You stomp the fuck off yo' block
My Glocko pop pop pop
His Glocko pop pop..
[Outro - Jammie Sommers]
DJ, that music just turns me on
[RZA]
You ain't shhh
Ya momma ain't shhh
Your daddy ain't shit
Your pussy ain't shhh
Bitch, you ain't shhh
Your friends ain't shh
Your whip ain't shhh
Pocketbook ain't shhh
You talk that shhh
But girl you ain't shhh
Your momma ain't shhh, your daddy ain't shhh
You talkin' shit girl, your pussy ain't shit
Your friends ain't shit, you whip ain't shhh
You see these wizards out here, trynna floss like
I wear the pants dada, I'm the boss papa
I'm a Survivor! I play the course dada
They got the little toy vibrators on there speed, chacha
See I don't need a man, don't need to see a man
But it seems to me ho, you wanna be a man
You Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is Peter Pan
Strap on the KY Jelly, you wanna eat ya friend
[Big Gipp]
I know the type, come down and take a little pipe
Then run up and call me cupcakes, say "I didn't fuck you right"
Shit, call me now, like that bitch on the tube with the tarot cards
Cuz, mushy gushy still goin for sale on the Boulevard
Now I didn't I see, didn't I see you walk on the porno flicks
Givin' brain at the same, give no bumper hit
Get them bent accross seas, damn near done rapped the world
And you qualify, my book here's a nasty girl
[Chorus: Big Gipp]
You ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit
Yo daddy ain't shit, yo pussy ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit
Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit
[Chorus: RZA]
You ain't shit, yo daddy ain't shit
Yo mama ain't shit, and yo pussy ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit
Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit, bitch
[Big Gipp]
Hey Bobby, I know this loot gobbler, hard knobber
More peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter
Drawers up her ass wipe, what you want
and what you need, and what you get is two different things
Pulled over, Pea Street, and put the bitch out in the rain
Lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus
Gipp ain't never been touched, left insane, drunk off of (?) lush
Hush, shit-kicker licker, stronger than Wild Turkey liquor
Tryin to entice her, movin to hit her, but I'd rather forget her nigga
[RZA]
Bodododo, plus her knees be purple, Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle
And goggle, goggle, slurpy slurp and she swallow swallow
I met this Caramel Sundae, her name was Betty Boo
She put her period blood in her spaghetti stew (fuck no! fuck no!)
I knew her mama, her papa, plus her naughty daughter
She filled her baby's ba-ba up with toilet water
And Sun Dew, the whole Clan used to run threw
Her Power U, then just bless her wit the hair doo
Bitch, I pack a horse dick, plus you know my chain is frosted
One fuck from the apple head and shorty lost it
[Chorus: RZA]
Cuz you ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit
Yo daddy ain't shit, yo cousins ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, yo whip ain't shit
Pocketbook ain't shit and yo friends ain't shit, bitch
[Chorus: Big Gipp]
You ain't shit, yo folks ain't shit
Yo lawyer ain't shit, yo bumper car ain't shit, bitch
You ain't shit, yo boyfriend ain't shit
Your last name ain't shit, your whole family ain't shit, bitch
[Outro: RZA]
Fuckin' around, nigga from Israel
Bobby Digital, Big Gipp a/k/a Mute
Straight from the underground, we gone
[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
[Ndira - talking over Islord above]
Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes?
Hijo de puta
? el co‰ de mi, maricon
y nunca me llamas, Roberto
You treat me like an analog ho
[Islord]
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 fuck
about 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 fat
with 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 chains
with a tray full of ice in em
But that's how it goes down
When you livin in the Cold World
[Timbo King] Cold World, what?
[Ndira] Todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta
[Timbo King]
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]
Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes?
Hijo de puta
? el co‰ de mi, maricon
y nunca me llamas
Me tratas like an analog ho, Roberto
Nadie te importa, cari‰
I wanna be Digital Bobby
Bobby Digital
RZA me advertio de 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 mouth
Stand 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
featuring Angel Cake
C'mon Bobby turn off that loud shit
Damn I wanna hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you
You know a nigga knahmsayin
Goin 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
Chorus:
Yo yo it's the unspoken word
You not heard get your brains open
Controlled emotions freewill
as the same token
Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two
[Bobby Digital]
Word's on the street Dunn Dunn Bobby's goin Digital
Hoverin the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet
Clouded by the Meth we move undetected
in secret society sects, NARC's radar
suspected us to be a cumulus cloud, ejectin lightning
Strikin like a wild knuckle fight, in New Brighton
A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest
The energy compacted deep within, my inner chest
One touch of my eagle claw clutch, rips your guts
Brass head kill you fast with a rapid, head bust
Ninjas spyin, the ammo flyin, the steel iron
Blow a nigga neck from his head, like dandelions
My team is a magazine of M-16's
But we calmly, defeat your army, by blowin steam
Noisy as a thousand barkin dogs, rap's sweat hogs
Welcome back to the catalogue, hip-hop cyborg
Bobby Digital, keyboard clogged bitch you analog
We blowin smoke creatin Scooby Doo fogs
Escape cell block eight's my tape on the rocks
Sean Connery, calmly bombin MC's, who stuck on my phenomenon
Word up, no hurry up, for the merrier
You worry Duck, you get touched by the razor cut
You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo
You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo
The Wu rag tied around your head, like a doo rag
Carry large black guns in small school bags
Funeral date, will be engraved on the wall, in roman numerals
The Looney Tune niggaz I be rollin with, be screwin you
Quick to make a nigga shit in his pants, with one glance
Laid back like a fat Huffy bike, on the kickstands
My Clan'll make the most hardrock chump turn to glass
and shatter, leave no traces of your matter
You kids playin hot feet, wait til you go to sleep I pull your teeth
I'm vegetarian BITCH, I don't need the beef
So how I spell relief? Ruler Z, Arm Leg Leg Arm Head
B.O.B.B.Y.
You don't qualify
You don't have supply
It's a natural high
Chorus
It's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
We see a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
(Bobby you be on that bullshit) ALL THE TIME
(With them big words and shit) I FREE Y'ALL NIGGAZ MINDS
(What the fuck you think you are some king or somethin
Motherfucker you ain't shit, high profilin)
Yo, yo, my enemies of the Killa Bee Clan's founds their peers
Buried for a thousand years, or drowned in tears
My unpredictable lyrics straight, and spine tingling
like slime from a baby's mouth, bitch niggaz you be lingerin
Bobby bobs panties from bitches with big asses
(Bobby you be buggin!) Girl my mind flashes
My seeds be royal, niggaz sweat muslim oil
My Earth gave birth to the fertile crescent soil
No time for fragile planet for small wombs
My dick bust a universe, my nuts weigh a moon, stay in tune
Champagne thoughts with Bud Light money, blunts dipped in honey
Digital, make the gloomiest day feel sunny
Slang slides slashes for him plan record upon the Lord
Confuse you like a forty-eight track mixboard
Milli phaser blast a hole in your back the size of moon craters
These anti-crucified on my Technic crossfader
Fuck the bloodshed, you be leakin your soul
Physical mental emotion we will control
Infinite darts I apply to your back, like horse brandin
I clear a thousand men with a jaw of an assbone, black Samson
Chorus
It's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
Slimy savages, against the Digital
Fuck you Analog, the shit is critical
Chorus
Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
You slimy savages, shit is gettin critical
Fuck you Analog niggaz we be Digital
Bobby Digital
Word up fuck that (Bobby Digital!)
Bobby bonsoir, tu es la?? Enfin.. je t ai attendu toute la soiree.
Viens pres de moi, contre moi, embrasse moi, caresse moi, je sais que tu as envie de moi.
Je sais que on pourrait etre proches...
Bobby Digital , tu es merveilleux, j ai envie de toi, tout de suite,maintenant, plus pret encore, encore dans l'oreille, encore pret du corps.
On pourrait parler toute la soiree, si tu as envie de moi, si tu as seulement une petite envie, comme j ai envie de toi.
S'il te plait encore contre toi
Bobby
And I told him, "Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me"
Yo, yo, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Yo, come on
Everybody plays a fool, sometimes
There's no exceptions to the rules
Get your nines
Digi Digi, Shaolin Shaolin
But in Brownsville
Check it out
Niggas was psyched out, Beretta brought the dirt bike out
Everlast, just came home, it was his first night out
He was arguin' with these bitches how they don't mind their business
When he was locked the fuck down, no one came to visit
He was snuffed, black, his little cousin Moe stuck Cap
That's Miss. Sommers on the bike with the gat like, "Fuck that"
But finessin' over here, he could've wished he had ten more years
Cracked a cold beer then bust a shot in the air
Everlast, ego went full blast, didn't splash
He'd act like his head was too big for the casket
I told him, "Slow down God, you ain't wild
You ain't been in these projects in a while
Runnin' 'round with that old school style"
Don't think these young bucks won't lay you down like tile
A hard head makes a soft ass, these New York lads
Chopped faces, you talk fast, they bust off fast
And chase you out the hood, in a bloody hood
Yo, son, you seen that kid was actin' Hollywood?
Yeah, I mean that nigga, clap happy Cali, clap when he 'ttack
Most get astounded by surrounded sound effects in the back
Adidas shoe, phat laces, packin' budge in his jacket
Head nappy, black and nasty, but he nasty for gats
He nas', passed me, bumped me and laughed
Then flashed me his Mac
Said, "I got sixteen for you, we could bang on the track"
So strap this, nah, this bar's a bullet, par pull it
In fact, blast me bastard, I done came to far for this
Boulevard life, remember late nights?
Mama stomach touchin' a bed, two bids
Cats sacky in Com stack, retire from the crack
I'm askin' Allah that the warm Hennessey help me
I ain't chose the struggle, the struggle chose me
Lord forgive me for I have stolen from my brothers
Snaked my brothers, even killed my brothers
Familiar fish scale, everybody plays the fool
The older God's givin' me jewels
The younger God's givin' me tools
Solomon Allah, I feel I was jerked
To the drug dealers, my baby mother's a flirt
Holey socks, one fatigue suit, what you feel it don't hurt?
That's my problem now, I ain't afraid to talk
Still cop coke from the well Willy
When I was young I got robbed from the neighborhood bully
'Til he forced me to hit him with the nine milli'
Now him and his click know that I'm a thug fully
Everybody plays a fool, sometimes
There's no exceptions to the rules
Get your nines
Everybody plays a fool, sometimes
There's no exceptions to the rules
You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
Your kicks ain't shit, nigga, your whips ain't shit
Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga, I'm the shit
You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
Your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga, I'm the shit
You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
Your lab ain't shit, Bobby, you ain't shit
Your rings ain't shit, your gear ain't shit
Your jewels ain't shit, your kicks ain't shit
Your whips ain't shit, nigga, I'm the shit
You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
Your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
Nigga, I'm the shit
What the fuck y'all birds talking about?
Get the fuck out my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass like kizzy kinte
But wait, fuck you, motherfucker
You wish you could fuck
Bitch, all you can do is dick suck
Your ass can't fuck, that's why your wife left your monkey ass
(Fuck that)
You don't cook, you don't clean or press my jeans
You don't scrub or wash clothes
Or buy food for making [Incomprehensible], bitch
You don't read to the seeds
All you do is watch TV and smoke weed
Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hair weave
Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe
Talking about you're going to leave?
Then bitch leave, what the fuck you're waiting for?
Hit the door, I ain't taking this shit no more
Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and coach
Before you moved to my lab, bitch, I ain't never seen a roach
Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market
Take all the space in my closet, where the fuck's your logic?
Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth
And every day I catch my credit card inside your purse
You can't speak a sentence without a curse
Talking 'bout you're going to be a nurse
Bitch, to be a nurse you got to go to school first
When I first met you, you was a hoe
I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you
But couldn't reach you and you're still a hoe
Your father said you was a hoe
And when you leave me, bitch you're gonna be a hoe
Celluloid and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat
That raggy ass pussy a starving dog wouldn't eat
Started with the body of a model
Pussy tight as a pharmaceutical bottle
And you could swallow a whole avocado
And two forty ounce bottles
To the end of the world, which to I would follow
Now, when I fuck you, the shit echos
'Cause you pussy is so hollow
Turn your fat ass sideways
Your stress marks were like the U.S. highways
Fuck a new nigga every Friday
Talking 'bout bust a nut, bitch, I'll bust yo guts
(You come so quick, nigga)
Wonder why I come so quick?
With that wide ass pussy and soggy tits?
I'm trying to get the shit over with and go to sleep
But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend
Baby, we fuck for two and a half hours to three
You'd better study the 1 0 40 knowledge culture degree
About M G T and G C C
'Cause you ain't shit and your mother ain't shit
And your sister ain't shit and your pussy ain't shit
That weave ain't shit, your ass ain't shit
Girl, you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
But fuck it, yo
Let me get this fucking phone
Yeah, get the motherfucking phone
Quit motherfuckers in our fucking business
End the fuck or I'll pull the motherfucking chord
Out the motherfucking socket
I'm sick of this shit, motherfucker, get the fuck out
I'm throwing all the shit on the motherfucking terrace, right now
I'm sick of this shit, you and you shit out the fucking closet
My name came on the fucking [Incomprehensible] too, nigga
I don't give a fuck, fuck that shit, you get the fuck out my lab
All these motherfuckers sleeping in the fucking living room
My seeds run into these motherfuckers
These niggaz are in their dirty, motherfucking socks and shit
Fucking dirty toilet seats and shit, my seeds gotta sit on this shit
Get these motherfuckers out this motherfucking lab now
Get the fuck out, every last one of y'all motherfuckers
Get the fuck out my lab
Motherfucker, don't make me pick up this bottle
Don't make me pick up this motherfucking bottle
Bastard, bastard, bastard
Fuck you, bastard, bastard, bastard
Bastard, bastard, bastard
You're fucking dirty dick, nigga
Yeah, you're fucking stupid, nigga
You're fucking stupid
You're fucking stupid
Now, that's right, tell that motherfucker to call you back
[RZA]
Aiyo, raise 'em up, hold ya cup
Up, let the Alize fill them up
Thug passion, love passion, niggaz, who be actin'
Grey Goose, cranberry juice
Absolut, for those who can't afford the Goose
Malibu, coconut rum, Amaretto sour, coke & rum
We gettin' drunk, Hennessey, V.S.O.P
Age in the barrel, thirty-three years
My girl's been limin' it biz, ya'll niggaz sniff lines in the stairs
German beers, Heiniken, Beck's, Bud for you rednecks (yee-hah!)
Milwaukee's best, for those who only got two dollars and a bag of cess
[Chorus 4X: RZA]
All we wanna do is drink, smoke and fuck (fuck!)
[RZA]
Chronic, blubonic, chocolate Thai stick, you want it
Jamaican green, silver haze, the Northern Lights get ya ass in a daze
Purple hydro, Indonesian skunks, you can tell by the funk
All we need is Fonzo' leaf or a blunt
Easy wad of bamboo, I prefer the Dutch
Split the back open, then the weed get crushed
Big lighter gettin' sparked, we prefer to puff
[Chorus 2X]
[RZA]
Here's to good friends, tonight is kinda special
The beer we brought, must be something wrong, somehow
Muthafuck the low and brow
Or the Rolling Rock, nigga, cuz I'm sippin' Cristal
Dom P., folski, yeah, Juliet, ice cold P
Peter Pipers, nigga, take a sip
Sit back, muthafucka or I'll bust ya lip
[Chorus 4X]
[RZA]
There's Tanya, there's Sandra
Oh shit, there goes my cousin's baby's mamma
Big ass Nicole with no soul
Who would fuck a muthafucka for a jellyroll (jellyroll?)
I see Tasha, Pam and Sasha
Her cousin Tawanna, she's hairy like Chewbacca
Always trynna smoke on that chewbacca
Suck a dick dry for two shots of that Vodka
There's Shasha, BeBe and CeCe
Dede and Deiji, TiTi and FiFi
FayFay and BayBay, KatKat and FayBay
KayKay and Friday, they live for the payday
To drink, smoke and fuck
[Chorus 4X]
Fuck! (8X)
Yo, yeah yeah, yo what?
(Gotta spit on these bitches real quick)
Yea, Jammie Sommers bring the thunder, what?
(Word up, doo-doo stain bitches)
Yo, yo, uh-huh, yo
Yo save John Bennett, trauma John Bell
Lace stay in my equality, mic oddessey
Judy Plum, ghetto tag on the drum
Nestle in the glass, I was plunged
Double-edged tongue
Pearly handle, scroll Brooklyn
We bouncin', commercial keep lookin'
Pussy tight ginger, turn rough cats to cringers
Make him surrender is car and legal tender
Sunshine on time, manifest all time 'tween beams
Because I study all true reality, sculpted by my Wallabees
Study righteous God Degree, yo
We break bread and deal with equality
Yo check it, my break and deal with this son
Explicit lyrical orgy, you bitches smell like dead foggy hoe
While Jammie splash you with the bottle of Giorgio
Or Chanel's No. 5, dog bitch you can't survive
You buy and shoot some straw ride
Ya tried to glide on B.O.B.B.Y.
Jammie Sommers, treat her like my daughter
Real niggaz wanna fuck her
Pass a quart of milk, crab, clam, possum, wild flower blossomin'
Power-U, have you gaspin' for your oxygen
Gold bra straps, fine pointed, purple star Gaps
Cowboy boots and tastle, with the straw hat
You derelict hoes, we fuck y'all without pullin' down our clothes
While your nigga wish to lick Jammie Sommers' toes
Imaginate, you best to go home son and masturbate
Or put your ten dollars up and buy the fat tape
Yo, a hundred thousand, two hundred and fifty cash
Yo now, watch Miss Sommers, shake that ass
Yo, you love the way my brother splash
Chain reaction keep you puzzled
Mouth muscle, card shuffle, belt buckle
Jammie S'll never kiss ass after I close a deal
You best to believe this rap shit I say is for real
A lot of y'all bitches be good earners with two out
Take too many chances, chillin' with niggaz, lampin'
Profilin', wildin', Jammie hung with the realty smilin'
Takin' shots at Louie the thirteenth and tie you up
Bathed in Sheik, so you could watch your man beat his meat
Cuz, uh, lodi dodi, I got the body
And tutti fruiti, I got the booty
I shake, my rump, all in ya face
Make a bitch tie my sneaker lace
'Cuz A is for apple and J is for Jack
And most of y'all bitches
Ain't go no hair in the back
[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman} ]
Yo this is Westwood
I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight
And just walked into this studio some of the hottest UK cats out there
My man Skinnyman {Woah, woah}, Blade
And Mr. Tibbs what's the deal? What you got for me?
{Yeah we got ya the new banger Tim straight from RZA
Straight from the Wu-Tang}
(Yeah representin' live all my UK hip hop heads in the North Side, el tarno)
Down it's gonna bang in ya face, lets go
[Skinnyman (RZA)]
Regardless, I'll be here bringin' it heartless
Ruthless, to the death I'll stand for the truth yes
My God given talent is all that I can do best
Keep spittin' over these tracks and leavin' you blessed
So who requested my time on the set
Skinnyman's what you get, so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet
Ya best upthreat cuz it gets better yet
I'm that deft intellect, them boy they don't pent
So who requested Wu-Tang on the set (it's the RZA)
What you get so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet
We'll never let anybody else step
Or ever come with anything less for what you'd expect
If you pass me the mic then I'll gladly accept
I'll take it to the street, show you how rough it can get
Cuz everybody knows this rappin' thing isn't happenin'
Now they jack it in and go back to shottin' crack again
Locked down the block and get strapped with the gat again
Then we break it down then just deal with the matter then
So how you'd think a British ghetto youth feels
He can't get a record deal but he can get drugs to deal
He can't get a job but he can go for rob and steel
Lookin' for a mill' while you screamin' "keep it real!"
So I'll just stand here with this mic that I hold
Request the higher force to sweep over my soul
So I can fulfill my dream, go for my goals
I'm sick of spendin' every late night out of role
[Chorus: RZA]
Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
Blade makes the party bza Boing, Boing
[Blade]
Calm but still merciless, rugged on impact
Explosive, leavin' nuttin' but rubber with a spinback
Snap a photo with your camera, capture the stamina
Hand it to a amature, show him how to damage a
Live set, make him feel the full effect
And yet still make it hard to detect and what's left?
Four men remain standin' like Gladiators
When the dusk clears nuttin' for the average ears
For years its been the same with minds of the artillery
God forgave us all for the merciless delivery
Holdin' the tools of the trade with a death grip
Rememberin' the times when nothin' was right, we was desperate
Dreams blown to smithereens, turned into nightmares with screams
There's a world of CREAM
If all goes correct we can stash supreme
Feed the fiend cuz that's the way it was meant to have been
You should of seen the comin', the language is universal
One time perfect attack with no rehearsal
Shook the Earth for what it's worth
You're in danger of a takeover, and it's analysed as global
We can find them whatever your predictions
Enterin' the realm unknown with no restricitons
It might be hard to believe
We invade, we conquer and lead
[Chorus: RZA]
Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
Cuz even though it's fuck free, it's all about the paper
I love to live expensive, smoke like I'm in Jamiaca
Even when I'm broke I think I'm like but a creater
Avoids the green, even from my early teens
???????? in need of CREAM seen (seen)
But then I had a dream 'bout bein' the best rapper
But that ain't what it seems, next chapter
That's spreadin' the word
Inspiration from the hurb is what you hear when I got heard
I sat back and observed most of the men that shined before me
All that respect, keeper know 'nough of them will bore me
Singin' the same story, I'm better than you
And to tell you the truth most of them men are shut fools
We asked them in the struggle to make ends meet
That's why I told these MCs that talk is cheap
You might think you know Tibbs, you don't know me
Unless you walk my streets and talk to my peeps
[Chorus: RZA]
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
[RZA]
With your high pitched face like eye liner
If the black gat bust you get struck by the side winder
You can't block and stop it when I spotted
I shoot like Luke Skywalker inside the cockpit
Aimin' at the top fighter
Who I mighta have thirty thousand kids spark the lighter
And set flames to the sky, we aim high
The baseline kick like the kid from Shang-Hi
Make your bubble bust, cuddle up from the rubble thrust
You'se will have the double juice duck, then I doubled up
To the double four, puddles pour from ya bum bot
Open swords can't be cured by the blood clot
Ya bum bastards, son I come classic
Frame won't last the length of my matchstick
Drunk off the Hennessey V.S. stop the B.S.
I'm still off to catch the CREAM like P.S.
Jake was makin' that green
People always say what the hell does that mean
[Chorus: RZA]
With Skinny man he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bza Blade he makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make the party Boing, a bza Boing, Boing
Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make the party Boing, a bza Boing, Boing
Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing
featuring Force MD's Ms. Roxy
[RZA] Protect your girl from Bobby Digital
[Force MD's]
Sometimes! I find!
Someone fuckin with my pussy
My money and my ride
Tuck my nine inside my hoody (repeat 3X)
Sometimes! I find!
Chorus: Ms. Roxy
Catch me if you can bumpin
Rides laced in a van nothin
compares when my niggaz come in
Ride shotgun and Bobby keep the love comin
I'm sittin pretty and my lovin is Digi
[Bobby Digital]
Fresh dipped out my laboratory, just dropped down bout 40 stories
Hit the ground, you analog cats ain't got nothin for me
Red and blue mismatched shoe, abandoned your Wu-Wear bandana
Play you Vegas type hoes silly, like Dantana
Bubble Hill banger Goose, gold rope thick as hangman noose
She had the honey blonde hair mixed, with the chocolate mousse
Butterfly tattoo, Boo, let me holla at you
And I'll change that tattoo to a Wu-Tang tattoo
New York City ditty bop type slang, girl let's smoke a blantz
Hit the Jack Danz, and after that we could dance
with the Black Widow, gold Benz with the chrome griddle
Fat juicy lips, ebony let me taste your spittle
Chorus (except last line)
[Bobby Digital]
Hear rap like Angela Bassett for Malcolm X
Ice cold golden texts, cassette of Inspectah Deck
Uncontrolled substance, earring inside her belly button
and one inside her Power-U she said she use for nuttin
SCREAM ON IT, Bobby the black Green Hornet
Girl DREAM ON IT, I put the Killa Bee sting on it
Rejuvenated, honey kept her throat lubricated
Let off so much ?, N-Sync couldn't recuperate it
Back scratchin, eyes squintin, Dusk to Dawn
Quentin Tarantino type porn, like Lewinsky-Bill Clinton
Suck it down with no commercial,
good Power Universal Self Savior Why
B.O.B.B.Y.!
Chorus
[Bobby Digital]
Girl SCREAM ON IT, Bobby the black Green Hornet
C'mon DREAM ON IT, the Killa Bee sting on it
Screw the top off the boilin pot, girl you must be boilin hot
Sit on my unfalling cock, let me strike your G spot
Chorus
[Bobby Digital]
Yo, kept a nigga well fed, put seven braids in my head
Pillow soft as cobweb, Egyptian cotton bedspread
Lyin deep between the legs, I mix the sperm with the eggs
Bust off about a keg, she called it creamy nutmeg
Chorus
[Bobby Digital]
Throw on my high beams, her breasts was like two scoops of ice cream
I scream, you scream, we all want, ice cream
Bone until she fall asleep, she can have a nice dream
I scream, you scream, we all want the ice cream
Chorus + "and my lovin is Digi..
and my lovin is Digi..
and my lovin, and my lovin
and my lovin is Digi"
Down-town!
The technique, depends mainly
On arm and finger strength
Once you've that, then the next step
Is to learn how to pierce stone
Well, you might as well start practicing now
Do you-do you-do you, do you know, mantis legends?
How it was it all started?
It was fighting off this blackbird
Although it was only a tenth of the bird's size
It was a very valiant insect
And that's why the technique, needs a brave man
And a strong one, who isn't afraid of birds
Welcome back to the temple of hip-hop and Sword Kem'po
Lyrical rhyme nympho, B-boy Bob Digital
Diamond crystal ring solid gold bone rituals
We be the humble most calmest individuals
Hard to spot microdots, we Sasquatch
Stomp MC's, third eye Cyclops laser beam shots
Being fired once the father get raised up
We John Blaze up, abrasive heat, from the phaser gun
Never left for a stun Dunn, Atilla the Hun
Type Killa Park Hilla, eighteen wheeler Mack's
In the truck lanes, from the rugged grains
Of Shaolin soil, the red wolves be prowlin'
Howlin' over the shit that got the whole world bowin'
We spoiled, one thousand swordsmen
One thousand recordings, one thousand Wu stores and
One thousand rap tours and global insurance
Not your everyday occurrence
My rhyme torments MC's with the fear of God
You'll be cursed like Farad
And struck by the iron rod
Hell's Wind Staff, the wrath of Black Titans
Niggaz battlin', sword swingin'
Cutthroat women, whirlwind given save the children
Escape the poverty for live and, let live
Die by the mic, shadow skill by night
Hell's Wind Staff, the wrath of Black Titans
Niggaz battlin', sword swingin'
Cutthroat women, whirlwind given save the children
Escape the poverty for live and, let live
Die by the mic, shadow skill by night
Man-Mantis style isn't easy to learn
A mantis is small, but powerful
With it's arms, it can lift up
Many times it's own weight
On behalf of the Wu-Tang Clan I'll display the Hong Kong
Shaolin King Kong poems slaps niggaz in half from Kwan'tan
Ten tigers scratch like Allah math, the Hell's Wind Staff
Watch the eight diagram strike the diaphragm
Pierced lung minute from tongue double-edged sound the drum
Here I come as predicted, holdin' the raw seal, all heads kneel
7th Degree black mic skill is ill, listen to the guns holler
Swallow the shell, East New York terrorist
Break fool to this, madness, crazy low-hand, grabs the mic stand
Smooth as water, Spat Seven Seas you've not yet mastered
Breathe and lungs wheeze, Earth kills
I'm wreckin' MC's, blood spills, meadow is round
The piercin' sound of silence deafens ears, fires fears
Wood sharp eagle claw tears, tree from bark
Hard to maintain control when you leakin'
I stand with the strength of Jobe and hold pressure that'll bust your head
While I'm teachin' civilization, one havin' knowledge
Wisdom understanding, culture refinement
Knowledge savage in pursuit of happiness
[Intro: RZA]
Eh-yo, Kinetic
What up God? You got that glock cleaned?
Soaked those bullets in oil?
So yo, I'ma call the Black Knights up
and North Star from down in the Westside
KnowwhatImean?
Eh-yo, they gon' come and blast this shit over
YouknowImean?
Think we don't need no Shaolin cats for the job
Take it to the Wild Wild West
{*beat kicks in*}
BOODOODOO..
[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {Ms. Roxy}]
Yeah.. (Come on son)
The one and only.. sharpshooter..
(Spark these niggas my nigga)
Yo I speak to be heard {Digital}
The truth shall set you free {Digital}
(Set them niggas free God)
You in a Chamber, in the Chamber {Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..}
(BOODOODOO.. Darkness, you know? Must come to light)
[Crisis (RZA)]
Eh-yo, it's the sharpshooter
One and only, guarenteed, I ain't trippin'
Yo it ain't no comparin' me to nuttin' else
Untraceable, like a stealth bomber on your radar
There they are, take a look, yo I spit the uncontainable
Highly flammable, unexplainable, Game Pro
Crisis show you how to tame a hoe, show you how the game should go
So you lames can know, Black Knights equals nuttin' but dope
So what you workin' wit? You bitch niggas ain't hurtin' shit
Spittin' commercial shit, we rhyme for different purposes
I spit for the cause, you spit for the broads
I spit for the streets, you spit for the geeks
I spit for North Long Beach and all of my peeps
Holdin' it down, I spit for the meak
We holdin' the crown, you savage niggas had your chance
So now it's on us, it's just us, you get your bones crushed
You got against us, resist us?
I thinks not (thinks not), it's impossible {*echoes*}
[Break: RZA]
If you live for the blood, +Throw Your Flag Up+
If you got the love in your heart, +Throw Your Flag Up+
[RZA]
Rollie Fingers in the back, son rolled the bag up
Street had the pen and the pad, he threw a tag up
Uncooked beef in the street, they tagged the rag up
Goldie got the clip from the closet and filled the gat up
Bobby sharpened the razor, oiled the bat up
Let the dogs out the basement, pulled the rap up
Somehow the Brown cats about to get clapped up
Pussy high nigga off coke tried to act up
Against the world's greatest mind, Bob Digital
Might throw a Shaolin Hand-block or a fifty-two
My young son Big Un don't fuck with Patty Cake
Bound to walk through the woods barefoot, choke a rattlesnake
While his brother Mel ???, dissect it
Up in the project life, the street's be hectic
The gun burst, son shot his tongue first
Should've shot his tongue first, should've shot the gun first
Now chew on the Sunburst, bitch, it's Bobby's day
Lyrics for the out, click click, like shotti's spray
Tear through flesh/bone, get lodged up in your ass cheek
Cuz you came talkin' that same bullshit last week
Fuckin' cokehead nigga, what? Your brain numb?
I used to wonder where these pussy-clats came from
Up in the thirty-six cell block I Shadowbox
Ship on weed grass and build up like a male ox
[Break: RZA (Monk)]
If you love for the glock, +Throw Your Flag Up+
If you got love for the Gods, +Throw Your Flag Up+
If you live from the heart, +Throw Your Flag Up+
Don't cause the beef, I might tie the rag up
All my Digihead niggas, roll the bag up
BOODOODOODOO.. and +Throw Your Flag Up+
(If you come from Long Beach, +Throw Your Flag Up+
If you come from Compton, throw your rag up
If you come from the West then throw your hood up
If you come from the block then +Throw Your Flag Up+)
[Monk]
I spit the flavor for the ear, shit for the streets
Rollin' in the cutty about five niggas deep
One SK, two Tec-9's and two sticks
Ready to trip on these fools around my way poppin' shit
Like the Black Knights don't air them things out
Knuckle up in the spot 'til someone get drops
Stomped, get passed out
Passed out off a pint of that pah, ready to mic brawl
Clean sweep, took the first pitch, knocked the homerun
Black Knights known to grab mics, leave the spots full blown
You know motto, the +Knights or Nuttin'+, so stop frontin'
Like you ain't heard this high pitch through your twelve-inch
Don't care which Alpines, I keep those six-by-nines thumpin'
+Jumpin' Jumpin'+ like Destiny, I laced it with the Rugged recipe
You know my technique on a Ra' beat
Speak the Digi slurred speech but aggressive with the mic
On mine, it's strictly Black Knights
Steal the spotlight, show niggas how to rock mics
the right way, spit like a K, M-o-n-k
The conqueror, smash your sponsor
Learn the lesson from the Black Knight lethal +Silent Weapon+
[Outro x2: Ms. Roxy]
Digital, Digital, Digital..
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..
Digi, Digi, Digi..
featuring Cappadonna Method Man
Intro: Method Man
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you neeeeeeeed
Verse One: RZA
Yo diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles
nickel plated pistols official Wu Wear covers my physical
Insulated thermal while others drain they co four butt solos
Photographic photo type static great motivated soldier
Or Wu say boulder head flower
You can detect the true and living God from the scorer
Keep your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By the chicken thighs and tryglycerides
And this bitch advertised her breast size
Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes
Then he became highly civilized
and spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissance
and stopped wearing Benetton
Tommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz Claiborne
Ocean Pacific, Fila, Bill Blass and leave fitted
Quit the Armani sweaters with the Gucci wool knitted
Now all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz Brothers
Mecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few others
For the new year, strictly Wu-Wear
Chorus: Method Man
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you waaaaaant
Verse Two: Cappadonna
Pele egg-head the top dresser
One man catalog the London Fog casual hog
Biere denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol king
Everyday, DLO jacket he gripped with the drawstring
Fila supply big daddy started haveta brown skin derby
master Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this like Macy's or Bloomingdale's
The Century 21 son, the new portfolio dunn
Now it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cap and fleece wear
One wear plaids the Don will hold the best for all wear
plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's going on
We're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wear
Verse Three: Method Man
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Just come see me
satisfaction guaranteed baby
Just hold your own baby
and just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
it goes
Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses
Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece
Hard time and killer tactics
Just hold your own baby
Now just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
it go
Just hold your own baby
Now just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know, how low, it go
Yo, the great Digi
What are you looking for?
The World's greatest mind, Bob Digital
Man with no mother
Yo, try to cross reference, my epic preference
Fresh mint, tight lint, you get trapped inside the monkey wrench
Ain't no man lover ever gonna silk the sealer
I'm blessed like the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia
You wishin' Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea
Gobbled up, like the lost city of Moore and Atlantis
But I'm fierce as the cyclone winds that blew through Kansas
Have your clan stranded on the enchanted land of Gumas Azubar
Gem blue star, razor blade scar
Who dare wanna spar bar for bar? Allah U Akbar
I turn the most degenerate hood into a pop star
Bless the seed who prays the Most High without askin' why
Flicks from ocean shore, kick like Marshall Law
I might strike with the eagle claw or tiger paw
On the shores of African beach, facin' the east
White sands stretched out as far as the eye can see
Found buried by the sea
The heat of Allah son will crack through Antarctica
We ride blue whales, you sell Nautica ships on the carpenter
We should send all these Devils back to Hell
You small as to die in my sentence, I speak with vengeance
Snatch up 17 million plus 2 million Indians
Your incorrect retrospect on the situation
You didn't know, it was a Wu-Tang affiliation
Legs speak like twigs, you're forbidden like pig
You can't fuck with the Zig-Zag-Zig
Raise your sword and praise the Lord
Enrage the war on this wicked society
Raise your sword and praise the Lord
Enrage the war on this wicked society
The village must be pillaged
The merciless, the Earth is damp from blood spillage
Cursed the ancestors and the seed of the assailant
Dissect his body like an alien
My seed must be spread
I bust sperm cells with Bobsleds
Then race to the egg and bring forth
The arm leg leg arm head
All you niggas out there who got money
Better watch out for the money hungry, straight up
The most beloved from a region undiscovered
I've been hovered over by black buzzard walkin' through public
Imagine the feelin' of growin' up
Ten children stuffed inside a shack
In the project buildings
Women, infants and coupons
One stole camel soup on
Stressed out with four kids, aborter
Next door the dope fiend neighbor
Tryin' to sell his little daughter
Poisonous, heat from the oven
The only way we had to live was survivin' of mommy's lovin'
Dead bodies found in the incinerator
Lights out, somebody fucked up the generator
Talkin' welfare, cheese, franks and beans
Mud stains on mockneck shirts and tainted jeans
Twisted up, how the fuck we get bended up?
And ended up in this four block radius where they enslaved us
Sweatin' from cheese ravioli
With tomato sauce and anchovie
Spoiled, ah, shit, my blood boiled
But, fuck that, I'm ready for open hand combat
It's the Tomcat
And my thoughts are unlimited
Inflicted fatal wounds
And I'm immune, see a evil society
So, praise the Lord and enrage the war
Against this wicked society, society
Praise the Lord and raise your sword
Against this wicked society, society
Praise the Lord and raise your sword
Against this wicked society
There was a legend of a 'Liquid Sword'
That was Only Built for niggas with Cuban Linx
Who entered the 36th Chamber
And keep the true links, inherit the W emblem
Movin' the muscle, changin' and bone tendon bendin'
Science of 25 thousand year millennium
The sinners from the men who exiled the Indians from India
Who's times can't be measured linear
In all tribes on Earth who can't find
A friendlier group of people
Who shunt all evil, treat all men equal
Even though we see through your wicked intentions
We gave you land to experiment with your inventions
But you strive for global lynchin', extension
But it's yourself that will become extinct
You inherit this power to think and build things
The free wills of love, not hate or kill things
And when you went astray, we sent prophets to reveal things
And left scriptures behind to fulfill things
But you still wanna kill things, rob and steal things
So don't blame us when it's time to fulfill things and kill kings
Raise the sword and praise the Lord
On this wicked society, society
Raise your sword and praise the Lord
It's a wicked society, society
Praise the Lord and raise your sword
Against this wicked society
Rage the war
Against this wicked society
Yo, the sickness, that's what I want
What are you looking for?
Man with no mother
That's what I want
What are you looking for?
[Intro: RZA (Daddy-O)]
Yeah, you knowwhatimean?
Cuz yo, this right here
Is called Knowledge of Self
When you apply that to yourself, you know yourself
You understand, yo, it's gonna get your third eye opened
You can see things for what they are, and not what they appear to be
Wanna kick the knowledge and pass this information to you?
Yo, there go the God right there, yo Peace, Born Knowledge
Peace God (Peace what up Bobby?)
Yo, yo... don't even call me Bobby no more, man (What I call you?)
My name is Prince Rakeem (Today's Mathematics?)
I see Today's Mathematics is being wisdom
Let me explain to you this way, God, the way I see it
[Chorus: female singer sample]
Ever since my Birth (no one there!)
I've had no one to care (worried all I know... yeah!)
[RZA]
They say wisdom, is the wise words spoken
By a brother attemptin' to open
The graves, of these mentally dead slaves
Who've been lost on a cross, for decades
And centuries, lookin' for the liberty
But receive nothin', but misery
And hard times, and things of that nature
By the devil in a genocide caper
Little Boy Peep, has lost his sheep
But I found 'em, in a deep long sleep
Nine thousand miles away from home
Livin' the life of a modern-day Flintstone
We the people, supposed to be equal
But the men who wrote that, they was evil
Slave owners, who did not include us
They just used us, and abused us
First they trick you, then mentally kill you
And use technologies, to rebuild you
This whole plan was a perfect scam
See that's why they called it, the Six Million Dollar Man
Six is the limitation of the Devil
In the Million square miles of land that he settles
Put you in a three piece suit, give you loot
Chemicals in your head to make you look cute
They use you as a fool to deceive your own people
And fillin' my children head with pins and needles
But I'll take out the pins you inserted
And I'll avenge all my mothers that you murdered
And brutalized, by this modern form of slavery
To speak the truth it takes bravery
And no man could stop my flow
Because I know what I speak and I speak what I know
[Hook: RZA]
What, becomes of a broken family?
Dreams are crushed and there's no more family
[Chorus 2X with RZA]
[RZA]
Yo, as a life can be slowed down 20 frames per second
Seen through Panavision
The inner light inside my mind's shines expands the prism
A man of wisdom, victorious and the glorious
Sight beyond sight we stand up as Divine Warriors
Who smite with the mighty right hand of God
Yield the holy sword, swings the holy rod
Then bathe in the pond of Nirvana, escape the realm of Karma
Allow the true grace of God to shine through my persona
And build the reconstructional terms that's constructive
As we destroy the negative germs that's destructive
Productively, sincerely, we uphold the righteous banner
With the gold touch of Midas, mold the righteous hammer
And anvil, to the sound of Man-drill
Ignite to the speed of light cause time to stand still
Rewrite the script of Egypt, who made the Holy Bible
Or Koran, how long ago, who made the Holy Title?
Of I Self Lord And Master, who control the vital
Parts of your heart, who wrote the wise recitals?
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head
Still puzzled like the jigsaw
[Chorus to fade]
Aww, hey, c'est le Saian, Saian
Supa Saian, Supa Saian
Got my homie DJ Love
Saiangot my homie, represents, Saian
Sly the Mic Buddah, Saian, ya'll did did that
This is Ghostface Bakery, ya'll ain't cake to me
Pushin' cocaine, Whitehorse in the city
Over Pun and Pac, I cried over Biggie
Spazzed out, grab a white bitch by her titties
Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology
Quick wit the pistol, leave you cripple if you lyin', B
Tickle the butter soft nipples on the side of me
So muthafucka, let me slow that flow down
And bang an ol' mighty hammer like Joe Brown
Dust off rounds, surround sound, trey pound
Put a phat leather head to bed like night gowns
If ya'll wit me then build, shorty, brothers is real
We true dons, makin' glass on the cash is on
Get my head right and smash yours moms, kid
So chose me, the bitch greased my palms
I'm comin' from Paris city
I'm on the residence, so don't shit on me
Like Kool G. rap I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, you can rich them out of my shoes
Baby, me and my Crew, we comin' your way
Saian Supa do it everyday, all day everyday, all da
Don't fight, don't fight, just see the light, see the light
Wit the sound, RZA will make it all right
Grey Goose wit cranberry
The raspberry bikini on honey wit the black berry
Had my eyes bulgin', plus my pants bulgin'
Ready for indulgence, long stroke compulsions
I'm lookin' for devotion, slow motion
Tropical potions, Sun and body lotions
Sex on the ocean, nine inch explosions
Had me frozen like the icicle
Big legs like she ride bicycle
Shorty beefcake known to make my knees shake
Sweepstakes, first day at the cheesecake
Factory, Tony Starks in back of me
Sippin' on pina coladas, twistin' Daquiris
The gold lion is known to hold iron
Rings stuffed with diamonds, Bobby and Supa Saian
Saian, move it on your left
Saian, bring da muthafuckin' ruckus
C'est l'Saian, Saian, Saian, Supa
Ya fight le son est fat, à qui la faute? Saian
Vu les statistiques de gars qui veulent test'
Et qu'ont du mal à tater l'esthétique
Je me dois de les rendre statiques
S-s c'est qui coq?
Quiconque qui veut jouer le coq
Je vaut mille Rocky au mic jusqu'à Milwaukee
J'lache du lest donc j'attends qu'on me lache de l'estime
Voici l'homme de l'est avec sa dream team
Tisse sa toile comme Lady Laystee autour des wistitis
Pas de mc de bas niveau, v'là du nouveau
Fout tout le reste dans le caniveau
Bousille pas ton cerveau car les ondes sont gravés
Et tu décale ta sono, abattez mes rivaux
Et t'as peur de rencontrer le reste du commando
Ensemble ou en solo
KLR nous unis, veille sur nous depuis là haut
J'débarque sur le projet, j'te baise ou j'grave
Écartes ton gros der, tes grosses fesses
Ramènes tes grosses lèvres, j'te le donne en conseil
Pas des grosses mères, des grosses maîtres
À l'aise poses ta grosse tête
Pas de proverbe mais ne cause
Pas trop prenne de gros projets
Pas la prochaine
Projètes de gros pièges dans les gros sieges
Protèges ton fausse air, sans faucettes j'te possède
J'te fais une grossesse, pas de problème
J'te laisse en chaussettes, j'te crochètes
J'ten parle en prochaine en prochaine lettre
Je matte les prophètes
Saian, à dieu mon gros
Saian, c'est ca
C'est l'Saian, vas-y mon nig
Saian, c'est l'Saian
Saian, c'est l'Saian
Saian, c'est Supa
C'est l'Saian, New York City
[Frankie Hi NRG]
Ciao, ciao, ciao
Caro RZA qui la storia è tesa
Potersi esprimere sta diventando un'impresa, o meglio
Poterlo fare liberi da vincoli politici
Senza assecondare orrendi gusti estetici
Appena fuori standard ti senti solo dire
Di essere troppo all'avanguardia e quindi incollocabile
Fuori tempo minimo per essere comprensibile
Condannato alla gavetta eterna a raccattare briciole
Per semplice che sia RZA mio, credimi
Sono anni che va avanti questo gioco degli screditi
Dei titoli assegnati senza meriti
Da chi il fischio d'arbitro la vinto ad una lottery
Troppi incompetenti nelle posizioni cardine
Troppe le barriere che si alzano ad un ordine
Troppi quei sorrisi a mascherare I modi barbari
Troppe le energie necessarie ad esser liberi
[Chorus: Frankie Hi NRG - repeat 2X]
-Carta e penna e poco più-
Basta poco per resistere!
-Carta e penna e poco più-
Basta un attimo a desistere!
-Carta e penna e poco più per stare a galla-
E questo basta!
[Frankie Hi NRG]
Prima che I teppisti dell'estetica istigati dall'istinto
Si insinuano negli intestini artistici di direttori stitici
Avanzano con moti di rivolta peristaltici
Risalgono alla volta dello stomaco
Altamente indigeribili si insediano
Aprendo ulcere profonde come gole
Urlandoci parole fino a farle traboccare
Volando in un conato salvatore a metà della riunione
Ma dimmi, ti pare giusto RZA? Che si debba fare questa cosa
Ogni volta che uno si riposa?
Dopo aver provato a dare il meglio
Dopo avere fatto un altro figlio
Vederselo strappare da chirurghi dilettanti allo sbaraglio
Che se commettono uno sbaglio capita
Fanno una modifica e il tempo si decapita
Non versano una lacrima, bacio all'anima
Avanti il prossimo
[Chorus] - 2X
{*RZA's scratches on the verse "Carta e penna e poco più per stare a galla"*}
[Outro: Frankie Hi NRG]
Tutti identici
Similissimi
Li guardi da vicino e ti sorridono
Poi ti mordono... e ti risputano
Li vedi bene bene
Ti fanno stare bene bene
Fino quando gli conviene
Tutti uguali
{*Sound of a plane's landing*}
Wu-Tang worldwide, Wu-Tang, Bobby Digital worldwide
Worldwide, word up, all y'all crab MC's out there
Let me spark y'all like this one time
Yo, I make your fragile bones rattle with babbles
Chrome bowls, microphone arrows thrown strike
Like stone paddles to ya head, you'll be spread across the floor
And ain't headed for a bead of roses
Needle threaded, one jaw have said it
By the fatal blow, tornado blow, battleship
Wu boats will float, torpedo, you can't stay a-float
You sink to the brink of extincted animals
While I bang on your head to the buckle like bawdy animals
Steal stinger, Killa Bee ten inches, sharper than picket fences
Quick to detect your intentions, if they're wicked
Meditate, build the house on the next dimension
My flow is cohesion, you'll be startled
Stumbled into my lab half drunk
Honey dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck it, I got to spit this verse from my lung
Stumbled inside my lab half drunk
Honey dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck it, I got to spit this verse, yo
Pound drop your head to the canvas
It's like you got no fuckin' manners
You be duckin hammers, we be clutchin' banners
Touchin' amateur challengers, we try to throw off balancers
Keep a 120 brain compounder inside the cannister
You can't compare to an atom of my hair
While my verbal shot be drillin' through the cave of your ear
Ricochet to the ceilin', the desert eagle hemisphere
Deflect off your medulla, exit off to the rear
MCin' is easier to me than breathin'
And makin' beats to me is easier than bein'
Killin' vibes is easier than seein'
I be geein' and fuck with the Wu-Tang Clan is wildin'
Bitch, than a 1000 foot hill with broke steez
Plot by rocks, wildly ghost, still needle flyin' trees
My mind sees all of the unusual energies
Tell me, have you ever felt a sunshine breeze?
Stumbled into my lab half drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck that, I got to get a verse from my lung
Stumbled inside my lab half drunk
Honey dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck it, I got to spit it
Yo, your floweress is powerless against me
Your cowardices attack can master track alchemist raps
Rap Malcolm, my champagne staims, silver, lex bullet 4
Millennium falcon, just to protect the Wu-Tang's sacred Valium
Chased by Jake's planes, I race state's police
We slay microphone foes, the size of ro-beasts
Unpredictable pain is inflict able
Razor blade will ripple you, death blow will cripple you
1.9 level meter, son, you just skipped on my class
Is here to rap camera classes, hi-jack these bus passes
This system was symphonic, jacked with no masses
Sound systems blast-es, rhyme system was writin', well-casted
Strong as safari hunter, calm in black mongo
Unplug the dynamic mic cord and hung you
From a towerin' speaker, I tape your ear to the tweeter
My mental idea's are more severe than your heater
Innocent drive-bys, 85'ers shoot try to over throw us
They love us like babies, once they get to know us
Your floweress is powerless against me
Stumbled into my lab half drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck that, I got to get a verse from my lung
Stumbled into my lab half drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts, smellin' like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month
[Intro: RZA]
You know they say
In every man's life, there comes a time
When he gets struck by the arrow of cupid
By the love of God, or the beauty of a woman
Sometimes this love, brings thunder into your life
And it brings the storm, sing about it
[Xavier Naidoo]
There is more to love than this
Love is more than just a kiss
Will we take you to that step
Will we do more than just connect
And will you, bring the thunder in my life
And the fire in my eyes
Cause then there, will be days of pleasure when
Everything far will be so near
[Hook: Xavier Naidoo (woman)]
I have never felt thunder (thunder)
And lightning (lightning) like this
I have never been struck by (struck by)
A wonder (a wonder) like this
[Xavier Naidoo]
There are days where I can't, stop talking about you
There are days I can't stop, saying your name
And I'm looking for ways in never, to part from you, ha-ha
And everything change and you, still stayed the same
[Chorus 4X: Xavier Naidoo]
I've never seen, and there's never been
Anything, with the beauty of you
[RZA]
Yo, yo, yo
Aiyo, shorty, I've never met someone so beautiful
From your hair follicle to your finger nail cuticle
Struck by the arrow of cupid, this love is deep rooted
Like someone, took my heart sampled it and looped it
To a song that's endless, passion brings the tempest
I'll slay a thousand dragons to save my little princess
A walking gift from God, you are my shining star
The diamonds and gold that most men be mining for
[Xavier Naidoo]
Days that we shared are like treasures
The treasure like fire is to mankind
My hands will try to carry you to heaven
But since I've seen you, you've brought heaven to my mind
[Chorus 4X]
Word up, straight up
Spread my knowledge through your projects
Straight up, word up
The chief noble oble same total controller of the global
Over law the thousand MC's grab proposal
Jakes that mould you taste will hold you hostage
Peace will fold you like a wallet flies get swatted
Once they spotted infra-red dotted head red targets
Yo, we smoke blunts, throw weight, bust shots
Attend wakes baby make, pay rent stay bent
Drink Red Label duck from Jakes we flagrant
Keep the gear pressed
I'm paranoid of loizoid
We fight like Guiver against the hyperzoid noids high achiever
Mind computes like a thiever
Thoughts connect like the quarterback to the wide receiver
Stay blunted drinking cokey nine hundred
Never fronting on my niggas on the battle zone
Thoughts flip before they change your whips on the
Good ship Jesus before Kimet was called Egypt
Before the bloods and crypts tomahawks and pimps
Eighteen pumas spazed we still had balds and braids
Amplify the sound of the earth rotation
Who could pin-point the exact location in space
It's to see hear and feel the earth rotation
That's why knowledge is the basic foundation of
All days and creation, like man is the foundation of
His family and the sun's the foundation of the solar system
Wisdom is the manifestation when words and actions
Are put Into activation, escape this captivation niggas busting
Wasting shots like masturbation, transforming like gobots
They created a race of robots our new rulers are computers
Abbott's been known now come through to us
Heads drifting in space like asteroids
Pass the roids, savages trading places like Dan Akyroid
The truth is ignored, these devils must be destroyed
Yo, we smoke blunts, throw weight, bust shots
Attend wakes baby make, pay rent stay bent
Drink Red Label duck from Jakes we flagrant
Keep the gear pressed
Search for the better things in life
Beef wid wife make a nigga live a street life
We smoke blunts, throw weight, pay rent
Yo, check it out, yo, one two, yo
Soon to smooth litigating, camouflage educating
Biretta Nines berating, only smoke rounds a day and
Ain't nothing to overdo the shit, ya'll niggas best to come up quick
We gonna start and finish it 'cause I'm sure watch me murder it
Undersiege fatigue get bat at major league
Nine industry forms that be forced from catigues
We live righteous TC they go up do the same
Fuck the fame we hear the bill better keep your eyes peeled
Fuck around get killed it ain't safe no fucking more
C-Ciphers at my door and I got more than one war
I'm gonna stay on my toes and do the one to two timers
We gon' make this year our year to beware peace to rhymers
Our life is in a bond-a, swear we gotta find a
Way out we took the crypt ride we all about
On these streets trying to make ends meet, stay on my feet
Gotta eat God you things is deep peep the sleep
How you see camouflage these cats, we on that bullshit
Last days thinkings of snakes and either pull it soft you know
Like an afro other cats sit like Castro
I murder that snitch ass Donnie Brasco, we dissatisfied
Of your devils running running high, my mind and my physical be unified
To the day we testify, we wanna be penalized
From God Allah motherfuckers best recognize
Yo, we smoke blunts, throw weight, bust shots
Attend wakes baby make, pay rent stay bent
Drink Red Label duck from Jakes we flagrant
Keep the gear pressed
A bag of dast mixed wid stress, search for the better things in life
Beef wit' wife make a nigga wanna live a street life
We smoke blunts, duck Jakes, pay rent, stay bent
Attend wakes, baby make, search for better things in life
Beef wit' wife, make a nigga wanna live a street life
I'm paranoid of Loizoid
We fight like Guiver against the hyperzoid noids high achiever
Mind computes like a thiever
The grand ultimate supreme, no extremedies
We use Tai Chi to deflect off our enemy
Five poisons, from the Clan there's no Remedy
We dispell the smell of wickedness in our vicinity
Bobby, the atomic, Islamic, bomb-droppin'
appear in your atmosphere like the comet
Heading to the Western Hemisphere, non-stoppin'
Strikin' the belly of the seed to make it vomit
Things of beings is unseen by men
in shapes and form, never been dreamed by men
The word of God, always intervene with sin
From insight, my inner-light beams within
Pin-point focus, move silently un-noticed
When you attack, I fall back in the wind like the lotus
Put the soul in the track like my name was Otis
Pain in my heart and your chance is hopeless
for you to win, a change is gonna come
You heare the "suuuu"?, Wu-Tang is gonna come
and my vocals, they gonna bang on the drum
You go against the grain you will hang from ya tongue
So..
(Love) love (Love) love (thugs) thugs
This is in yo' club (club)
Nigga pass the mothafuckin' drugs (drugs)
Just smooth a loop..
To my soundwave there's no sonic solution
No Pro Tools to edit or out-date my producin'
Form like crystals, mushrooms after the missile
We strike into the hip-hop bone, of the gristle
and my thoughts be the marrow, son I'm the narrow
tube inside the gun that's released through the barrel
and the words travel in lead, expandin' high-speeds
with the hole in ya head, and filled up you
with the, knowledge of self
I dropped out of school, I went to the college of self
and I pertained my wealth, B-O-B-B, when y'all niggaz see me
I'm like Godzilla stompin' over Mount Fiji
or Rodan with the wingspan, Prince Rakeem can
rocks to the solo or combine with my team and
spit like the calico, welcome to the Alamo
Bop-bop-bop, you know how you cowards go
Welcome back to my hip-hop club!
Psycho-menace, downin' a Guiness
strictly bidness, while I'm in this
Flip on a nigga like a gymnast
Put a knot on ya head, the size of Grimace
Bitch, jumpin' out ya speaker
Huntin' for yo' egg like it's Easter
Although I come in peace, I would just like to say peace to
Scallywags, skeezers, and I don't really need ya
You don't understand why I don't understand either
Now shit's gettin' deep, you should've thought a lot deeper
It's my time to get over and I got on my blinker
So I write and I spit on the mic, so you can feel
what is truth, what is right and what's not
Yo I must kill the ideal and enlight this Earth
and yo I will give birth to a light that lives to keep it real
All through research, I learned in schools, not even Church
Can enstill, these words are jewels so you can heal
Still I search, and I works real hard, I need a deal
and with speed 'cuz it hurts indeed
Yo can you feel? my heart still pumps the blood that makes me bleed
all real and the pastor's best and I always will, do my thing
Yo let me know son, yo..
X.O. Hennessey, Jack Daniel or Tennesee
whisky, got these groupie bitches actin' frisky
Searchin for that Bill like Lewinsky
All over my pants lookin' for a Jim Brownski
Ringz and Partnerz, Wu-Tang is how we fuck up Helsinki
Oh shit, Kinetic, Bobby Steeles
"Down here on the ground" - ? (repeat 2X)
[Diaz]
This is not those two DJ's, not Touch, not Wop
Not that skinny bitch Cameron although she's hot
Not those brothers Tony, wanted to pop me in that movie
Now I'ma claim that name, Diaz, y'all can sue me
Any beat given to me, shit, I'll close it down
In and out the booth, hot like we supposed to sound
Now who holds the crown? Yo let's split it four ways
I'm always, gonna be Spain and Norway
[Petter (RZA)]
Slicka upp sparka ner dessa katter blir fler
för dessa snubbars problem
jag silar snacket på scen
det är vad dom säger när jag har gått
vad dom skriver på sitt nät
hur jag lät, hur jag var
vad jag sa, var jag bra
var jag keff, var jag deff
Var jag aight, var jag tight
var jag nice, var jag bajs
var jag ingenting alls
var jag kung, var jag tung
(Fuck that shit)
om du inte diggar min stil man
(Nigga, fuck that shit)
[RZA]
Don't fuck with my money, son, don't fuck with my bitch
Don't fuck with my lab and don't fuck with my whip
Don't fuck with my jewels, my weed or my dip
Or I might get the glock, son, and fuck with this clip
Blast off the Remingtons, steel shots got you tremblin'
Runnin' so fast you lost the tree off the Timberland's
Flamed from the heat I squeeze, feel the adrenaline
And we could bust shots like we cowboys and Indians
[Feven]
Yo
Let the world witness some real shit 'bout to go down
RZA program, N.Y. mixed with Europe sound
When it's laid, history already made
We broke gates across waters, across lands, across borders
Remember my name F-to the E-V-E-N
Tell ya crew, tell ya school, tell ya next to kin
In act two, this is my chance to blast thru
And my crew G-F-X, yeah remember that too
"Down here on the ground" - ? (repeat 4X)
[RZA]
Nigga-nigga-nigga what?
Down here on the ground, we fuck niggaz up
We break shit down, yo look
The God Rzarec' is known breakin' Gucci specs
Magnetic attraction to wizzes keep their coochie wet
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I'm a super-nova
Controller of the lunar and polar, German luger holders
Best to back the fuck up, my mag buckin' up
The slugs could stop Mack trucks so don't act up
Fatal guillotine carrier blast like the space harrier
Sip of the blackberry, Berry I might marry ya
[Diaz]
There's a lot of shit that separates y'all from me
I'm in touch with the streets, they reply to me
If I'm needed by my people there's no why in me
A real fighter, maybe there's a young Sly in me
I'm like that Spanish Rocky, attitude a bit cocky
Me around ya girl, y'all could guess where that cock be
Well it's not in my pants, not in my hands
Y'all could look at it like, I make her hot in advance
[Petter]
Jag ser ett finger I ett publikhav
vi tar till publikhat
det är alltid likadant, hör ditt prat I publikhav
jag klarar mig själv
fixar mitt shit själv
slashar mitt shit väl
drar in cash varje kväll
ständigt aktuell 100 decibel, debil, ikväll
gå på scen I ett svart klädesställ
jag är som en grogg utan virke, bara ren jävla stil
jag är som en hundra formel ett, fast I en jävla bil
[Feven]
Let me bring more, spit more, kick more shit
I'ma hit more, stick more than Clark on Dick
I'm a bit more sharper than Bronco whips
You talkin' this, don't underspeed the Miss that's killin' this
"Down here on the ground" - ? (repeat 6X)
{*sampled singer singing "Do, Do U" repeats all
throughout the song*}
[Intro: RZA (Method Man)]
Come on my niggas, yo..
Put your guns in your right hand and hold it down towards the floor
Point all your guns down towards the floor for a minute
Yeah, you could hold 'em, just point 'em down towards the floor
For a sec, aight? (Yo y'all ain't fuckin' wit the Wu)
We gon' splash like this, all my wild Digi heads
(Y'all niggas is crook) Y'all niggas move a little up to the front
Y'all niggas know what I'm talkin' about
Word up, my weedheads, y'all play the right for a second
Nahmean? Check it out
All y'all niggas on X, y'all keep y'all asses in the back
Aight? Straight up, in fact, matter of fact
We gon' mingle this shit like mothafuckin' peas in the mothafuckin' pot
Straight up Digi Digi style, word up, as we splash you right
(Yeah, yeah, my niggas is crew, now y'all ain't
fuckin' wit the Wu
Oh now y'all.. come on!)
[RZA]
Walk wit a didi bop ock, you silly pop, Jiffy Pop
Fuck around, son, I'll blow ya face up with fifty shots
Sharp darts, and it pop pop like tarts
Extreme speed like Anakin inside the Pod
Headed for the finish line, BOODOO, watch Bobby cross it
Hoes with the diamonds on your toes, come on and floss it
I be one of those tall skinny cats with the four-nine
Three-eleven that rips through Power-U's and breaks spines
I culture power-tuggin' boys who be drunk, buggin'
Lovin' loud noise from toys, club thuggin'
Sweet chocolate deluxe, rugged, sexy buttercup
That don't give a fuck about the cop in the club
Or the bouncer with the flashlight, one walked passed, right?
Some pulled the razor and chopped his ear like he was Mad Mike
I played the cipher in the corner, teachin' math
One for one thoughts, a hundred brothers won't last
Because you can't do me.. (x3)
"Do U feel?"
Come on!
[Prodigal]
Yo, son, +Wake Up+! {*coughs*}
Yo, I gotta do this, man
I gotta get this money, son
Features in the crowd, appearance like, "Black I'm proud"
In the background, no sounds, four pound, we hold ground!
Brooklyn bound, seven initials up in the crown
One man's ramblin', officials they shot him down
Supreme, extreme, lean, killin' machines
All I wanna do is feed my seed, plus my team
Keep it logical, no games, straight up about Prodigal
Diabolic drums and I run from none
Testimony one, give my life before my only son
Thelonious crumbs, why they wanna press me for guns?
Now I'm in the face of the judge, court case thug
From a race, laced, based on drugs, some made slugs
As +It Was Written+, stroll through any block forbidden
Glock hidden, why they wanna stop precision?
Eighty-five percent of my brothers locked in prison
And we just keep dyin' for the love of good livin'
But Do U! Do U! Do U!
"Do U feel?" (x2)
[GZA]
You know those jams in the park, produced the spark
Made me feel words how I read books in the dark
I always took it to heart, loved the art
A lifetime of darts, ripped crews apart
Made their stay real short, I stamped the passport
Couldn't bring through no wack shit of no sort
I walked the borough challengin' the best that stood
Torch metal mics, they conduct better than wood
Once I electrify and only expect to die
Rounded Bed-Stuy, ZZZZ, nigga fry
My opponent block, the beat comin' from his box
Investment ranker who's a joke in the stocks
Keep a rhythmic pace, maintainin' great balance
Movin' in steps of unheard of silence
Normally progressioners, they're slow steepin'
Niggas wanna light up when there's gas leakin'
"Do U feel?"
[man singing continuously]
"can't lose..."
[RZA]
What, What
Four Shellies
What, What, What
Four shellies rip through his belly
Blast him right outside of Mike's deli
Dip to the tele
Call my bird up on the celle
Bobby what Bobby lust I walk strange
And talk strange
Long range sniper aims
Swiss cheese your brain
I don't sleep
And don't eat meat
Rest twice a week
Speak without moving my lips
Got fifty pairs of sneaks
Fingerprint proof rubber grips
Hollow tip clips
Eight ounce sip bud nips
We crack private do chips
And clock a bird off the block
Straight away from a flock
Just caught me at the bus stop
Twist the Snapple top
Off, pierced her breast
Kept her hair processed
No panties underneath the dress
Wally ankle bracelet
Polo frames
Her shades had no name
Popocane
I slowed my game
Thick gold chains
Make your eyes flame
Up against the Bodega gate
She stay straight
Perfect figure eight
Shape, couldn't wait
To bust her grape
With the applehead
Legs spread open
Invincible body armor
My scarlet blade will slice the leg
From the Shaolin llama
Cause I...["can't lose"]
Cause I...["can't lose"]
(Yo) Cause I...["can't lose]
[Beretta Nine]
Yo, 2001summer heat
Icy hot, play the street
Twelve month, seven day a week
Cat in eye, we hit
Blunts hard
Fuck birds hard
Bitch slap retards
Quick fast
Wind up in mass
Body cast, its like
Don't start shit
Won't be shit
Allah quick to spot shit
Smash hit
You know the name kid
Don't splash it
Pop a joint and blast it
The shit sound
Hype in your whip
Make you take the car and crash it
Megagraphical
Always speak actual
Only deal with natural
One hundred percent
Five percent
Militant in aim
With the intent
Beretta Nine, blast mine
On some empty the clip
yo yo confused but yet wise my problem surrounds me
A lot of things upset me as my soul rejects me
enemy of my self physical.....listen, let me tell you about..
yo yo confused but yet wise my problem surrounds me
A lot of things upset me as my soul rejects me
enemy of self physically enslaved
by the luxuries of this world so I behave
like a man inside the grave
who's life is lost
I want the promised gold but can't afford the cost
or could I, I know the prescribed laws
any effect is a result of the cause
of lies and delusions to myself I have lied
burning inside wanting to open wide
and scream
the name of the supreme
but I'm trapped in this world
lusting for girls
therefore I imagine a genie and a wish
and searching for things that just does not exist
but in the midst there's the answer for which i have searched
cause from me springs divine prince rakeem
and that is me the master of equality
with the ability
to set myself free
but b.o.b.b.y
he don't want to die,
he don't want to die he don't want to try
so I'm forced to cry
and get trapped up for living my life inside a lie
these problems surround me
a lot of things upset me
as my soul rejects me
enemy of my self physically enslaved
by the luxuries of this world so I behave
like a man inside the grave
who's life is lost
I want the promised gold but I can't afford the cost
or could I, I heard of the prescribed laws
any effect is a result of the cause
of lies and delusions to myself I have lied
burning inside and wanting to open wide
and scream
the name of the supreme
but I'm trapped in this world
I'm lusting for girls
before I imagined a genie and a wish
and I'm searching for things that does not exist
but in my midst there's the answer
for which i have searched
cause from me springs the divine prince rakheem
and that is me the master of equality
give myself the opportunity
and set free and be all I can be
be all I can be
and not a nigga just trapped up in luxury
yo bobby digitial got to get knowledge of his self right now,
as we go through the struggle of life we got to go from boy to man
we start off as sperm to baby baby to man from man to dead man
and from dead man back to sand
all praises due to allah the most high word up
I got to be free I got to be free I got to break free
I got to break free I got to break free I got to break.....
(Intro: The RZA)
Get your gun....
Yo, it's a samurai showdown, samurai showdown
(Aight,A.T.M)How dare you challenge me?
You will die from the tip of my sword today
huh, the trenches, we must remain calm
Right,prepare to die
(Chorus: The RZA )
Yo,it's born born, young lord, raise your swords
Yo,it's born born, young lord, raise your swords
[Verse 1: The RZA]
Yo,yo Hailin from the slums of Shaolin, golden claw,talon twirl
and one swirl of the fatal sword splits your Island
WU killa bees stingers back on the swarm again
zzzzzz,the alarm again, six direction weapon deflection
Bones connect like opposite sides of magnets
Steel fragments bein chipped off a singing sword slash
with the force of big crash in your dash board with no airbag
He drove a ninety nine Jaguar quick to pick a lock, lick a shot
Respect the bloods and crips a lot
Plus the god from ride saggin in his seat, blastin WU beats tryin
to plot his next hit
He took a drag of the eight elements that composed,atmospheric gas
Bout to let off his sword, and full blast kept his mind focused,
meditation position half lotus
ABBOT's sword novas couldn't match his magnum opus deluxe stroke,
son move like a ghost
struck in an instance, unnoticed like a lamp post
Radar sharp precision gunfire,explode till his clips unload,
it's a samurai code
(Chorus)
It's born born ,young lord,raise your swords
time for everyone to go record
It's born born, young lord,raise your swords
time for everyone to go record
[Verse 2: The RZA]
Crept in silent, the steel wind
Chrome silencers screwed on tight kept the gunshots just sealed in
We attack,full fledge
with Chicago Bull red bandanas tied tight around our heads
Swing with the force of a sledge
Single-edge stainless steel blade chopped the wedge
slit this analog derelicts head
Who even thought that
he could go against the truth and the gods and fall back?
from the will of Allah, you'll be facin the firing squad
of a thousand archers out to mark ya
The bill top scully king blocks bullest like jelly beans
Birds in my nest restin up,on the telly scene
murderousrap track to me,is ego felony can't accept what you analog
cats be tellin me
I get the verbal weapon,won't hesitate for one second to
break your back like big jack from tekken
(Chorus)
It's born born,young lord raise your swords
It's born born,young lord raise your swords (x2)
(Instrumental to end ....
featuring Method Man
[RZA/Bobby Digital]
Yo yo yo
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now Y C/Now I see Everything
Niggas 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 Duckest will still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
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
Undernourished, 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 Greene
Now-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
Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby..
Bo-bby..
Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby..
Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby..
[RZA]
Psssh. Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo! {*Bobby Digital sound*}
Yo.. Bobby
Yo, yo, RZA Bobby
Yo, yo, RZA Bobby
B-Bobby, yo
Hit the bodega for a 40 ounce son, Garcia Vega
Two bags of chips, and one pack of Now & Laters
Flame tucked down to my nuts, on my last buck
Only thing keep a nigga calm is a good fuck
Loose-leaf cigarettes be dipped in wet
Chicken of the seas get trapped inside my net
with their clothes off, son when the gun goes off
I'm bound to play Napoleon, and blow a nose off -
your Sphinx; your stumble rap style, your flow's off
like Kunta, tryin to run with his chopped toes off
Unchallenged sword I yield the storm rider
Clip full of ruffled-tip fast-actin long fire
Four hundred grain cartridge, with steel casin
Those who can't draw the crowd is still tracin
The mic is cast to the floor and shapeshifted
Heavy as the hammer of Thor you can't lift it
So tense, bitch there's no defense
This four-four inch'll make you jump the fence
Right eye squinted; I speak brok-len english
Stumble off the cold four-oh of Olde English Wu brew
Two-two inside the shoe
No describin what this heat, in my jacket could do
I teach, seeds to read, never reach for the weed indeed
Bow down to the great Bob Digi Digi
(Bo-bby..) Yo, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be..
I keep rice soaked in coconut milk mixed with tofu
Sit in the sun six hours then I charge up like Goku
Dragonball Z; imagine you're raggin me
That's like walkin through a Blood hood flaggin a C
Not, tryin to tell you how much weight we carry
It may get, every snake in the tri-state buried
Plus, Feds had one add, sayin I gun traffed
I sold twenty million records bitch; some laugh!
Fresh shafts of morning dew on Nancy Drew
Sherlock Holmes crime sleuth couldn't figure the Wu
You loaf of bread head, keep a sober head
One point five million years my overhead
(Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Yo, check, yo
I keep MC's puzzled keep my dogs in the muzzle
Ice cold forty ounce drink 'em down with one guzzle
Son might spit a word at a bird, see if she chirp back
Tall chocolate deluxe buttercup, off the meat rack
A chickenhead scratch the yard for worms
And roosters walk around with their heads in the perm
I be spreadin knowledge keepin my third eye polished
Never, chase for dollars to fulfill the black wallet
You must be Bellevue son I walk with twelve jewels
Afford anything this world could sell you
Beats that the change the style'll rearrange ya
BZA-Bobby! I'm strikin you like Beatlemania
Yo, it must be Bobby
Oh, no, it must be Bobby
Yo, son, it must be Bobby
BZA-buh, BZA-wha', BZA-Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Fuckin up the mic is still my hobby
(Bo-bby..) F-fuckin up the mic is still my hobby
(Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be.. doo doo!
(Bo-bby..) Yeah yeah
(Bo-bby..) - {*repeat to fade*}
[Intro: Feven (RZA)]
Stressed out in an exclusive
(This is a Wu-Tang International world premiere, bodododododo)
Oh my God, I think I'm a havin' a rap attack
[Feven]
Go ahead and call me suburban slums of the chick
Though you don't know shit about me
Black refugee, twelve'll automatically
Shit is funny, the way you think I'm on ya money
Seein' mathematics, you think I'm makin' stacks, son
After I eat, the release hit, the more mouthes to feed
Back in Ave., countin' my gift to Gap
No shame in holdin' CREAM, but it ain't what it seems
And now I know how ya'll hate when niggas make the greens, nawhatimean?
See ya eyes bleedin' and envy Allah in Sweden
Britain Bahamans beemin' hatin' on my achievements, schemin'
And turbans, try to cause turbulence
And my essence, can't none of that shit touch my maintenance
Niggas all bling, bling, don't know how to handle the thing
It's not about how much ya earn, it's how you spend
And I choose life, before any God damn rights
Steppin' on some Satan shit, but I only fear twice
[Chorus 2X: Feven]
You on some hostile negative vibes
Negative lies, the style only makes me rise
To the top, mind states it and makes me wise
I'ma keep a step ahead and mesmurize
[Feven]
Growin' up I feel like an old soul trapped in a child's body
Mad strain on my brain but I kept most inside of me
Peeps tried to lock me out like, yeah, fun, it's for more
For sure, was a quiet type and inside a drawer
Straight outta war, couldn't ignore, scenes I was seein'
Quicker human being, part of Fam, by RZA, one would kill him
Couldn't feel him, period, had to get articulate
To express the mess, pen and paper and got blessed
Unless, I make my path straight, when I came, I ate
I be on some other shit, on the news front page
A heart filled wit rage, feel the pain after pain
Converted shit to positive things, I project on stage
Now they wanna hate on my shine, hate on my kind
Byut I know it's envy kid, I feel in my spine
Ain't nothing ya'll can say or do, to make me change my point of view
You better change ya attitude or I'mma get this bitch, son
[Chorus 2X]
[Interlude: RZA (Feven)]
This is a Wu-Tang International world premiere
(Oh my God, I think I'm havin' a rap attack)
[Feven]
My crouching tiger, gotta go hard, but still a fighter
Survivor, ya'll can keep yappin' on the cypher
I'm tighter, the son got problems facin' the facts
I'm killin' tracks, do ya own things, pick up ya acts
Matter of fact, if this is for ya'll to keep in mind
073-6291535
[RZA]
And sure ya on lead, whether ya hit this bleed
RZA ger dig äkta grejer (RZA gives you the real stuff)
[Feven]
If you ain't been through shit, how can ya know shit?
If you talk that shit, if ya get ya bones split
I been bitin' my tongue, every time I heard somethin'
But now it's on, and keep in mind where I'm from
[Chorus 2X]
[Intro: Ndira]
Here we are..
Bobby, I was just wondering, you know
About me and you, tonight
If we could go to a little Rhumba
Dance, you just think about it and let me know
[Chorus: Ndira]
Esta bueno, por que esta es La Rhumba
Ven baila conmigo en esta Rhumba
Esta bueno, por que esta es La Rhumba
Ven baila conmigo esta Rhumba
[RZA]
Rhumba What's Rhumba
I'm sayin' though, what
I'm sayin'..
Yo, what up Butter Pec' Girl, you got me shy to speak
You the same dime piece that I saw last week
On the dancefloor, yo, the way you bligh
Make a club of thugs do the Electric Slide
Pretty in pink, come here, let me buy you a drink
Armaretta sour orders put us both in sync'
My name is Bobby and I don't usually dance that much
I play the wall, but girl, you got that magic touch
That lured me in like a fly into the spider's web
Not these everyday hoes sweatin' ghetto celebs
Powerule, I heard you got the good Power-U
Let's slip to my crib for an hour or two
[Chorus 2X]
[Method Man]
Hey, hey, hey..
Uh, uh, uh, uh..
Eh eh eh eh eh..
Hey Butter Pecan what's that lingo you speakin'
It sound like, let's me and you slide for the weekend (True)
I got drinks and tasty treats to sink your teeth in
Your popi two-way beefin', let him know that you cheatin'
Runnin' 'round indecent exposed without no clothes
There it go (*plug*), Moby Dick and there she blows
You got me covered, girl, and it shows and I suppose
We can play doctor soon as I drop out ya bows
[Killa Sin]
I don't wanna dance baby girl, it's like my legs is on strike
Boogie that ass to the bar, snatch a Remi, no ice
I'm in the corner, we can vibe all night
Polite, I need a bag of that grass
To blast me out of sight like a satellite
Bigga what up Yo, long time, good to see you
Look at shorty ass shakin' like the system in my vehicle
Clubbin', twenty deep, buggin', all types of funny freaks
Mouthes wide shut, we let our love for the money speak
[Chorus]
[Beretta 9]
Yo
Open season, open fire, Beretta barbed wire
First platoon strike soon, scud-missile on the whistle
Up in the club with the pistol
This chick bumped into me like, quot;You Dig', you ain't official quot;
Indeed, so Blow out your back, yo
She was like, quot;Yo, nigro, nigro quot;
Puffin' all that trash, you best to see so (so so)
So I introduced her nightcap, she was like, quot;I like that quot;
Later on tonight, you know, I gotta spit that
Flow and a half, blow at her back
I like it rough, and I hope she's rough back
She was like say her name
I was like, quot;Say mine back quot;
She was like, quot;Yo, daddy, daddy, daddy quot;
I love it like that, Beretta stay givin' it
Power-U so good, I just might have to jizz in it
[Chorus 4X]
featuring Ol' Dirty Bastard
[Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA)]
Let me tell ya'll hol something motherfuckers
(Oh you complaining about that man?)
Yeah them motherfuckers belong to us
Straight up tell all ya'll motherfucking hoes
Ya'll motherfuckers know what's the fucking time
You think we don't love you motherfuckers?
Run in to the motherfucking courts with all that bullshit motherfuka
I'm letting all ya'll motherfuckers know,
I'm getting tired a that shit
You motherfucking triple breed motherfuckers
Bitches we love you motherfucka
Verse 1: RZA (Hoe)
Bobby Digi, Bob Digital shit is critical
Laid the fuck up inside the hospital
It's a riddle of a sphinx bitch had me jinx wid hijinx
Cuban linx snatched from my neck
It was the sex,
This 12 ounce bottle of bex had me drunk
One night laid up wit the Ol' Dirt and ten bags of skunk
Just met this hoe last month
Lookin' like a Benz with a woofer in the trunk
I pushed up like a push-up stick
One hand up near my cheek the other hand was holdin' my dick
I said "Power equal.. Boo!"
RZA people I be Bobby D-I-G-I too
(Is that right?) Word, and exact
Girl you got a smile that a make a nigga heart crack
(For real?) Word to grill like a thousand dollar bill
Close your eyes count to three and click you heels
And we could end up at my place face to face
Butt-naked I'll invade your inner space
*Sniff* Straight up boo,
Damn I can taste it!
One drop of sperm the God wouldn't waste it
Over the quilt,
I rather put it inside you so your breast be filled with milk
And we could lay up,
And I could squeeze until it tilts
My house built on stilts is bangin' like the Hilton
Look how you feelin' gimme some feeback boo cause I need that
(Look Bobby where's the beer and the weed at?)
Look girl shit I got more than a little
She set me up for the kiss of the black widow
Verse 2: O.D.B
You couldn't get a flick of the hype outfit
Cause the way that I'ma dress this style is mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream Oww!
Whether at a party or just in bed
Or thoughts of Ason bitch keep that in your head
My beats are funky my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes I say well motherfucka what's the recipe
I don't know I ask my ma she don't know
Go ask ya poppa....
It's all about me in the place to be
Nigga you all that uhhh....
Motherfucka that shit is due it's mad
Motherfucking game and it's a God-damn shame
How many motherfuckas wanna know this name, Ason
Yo I LOCK ON pass the break!
Shake and motivate, stimulate
[RZA]
By this ways that you dying you have in your clutch
Fall in love like a drug
Call out into her love flood
Fuck ??? dunn you only bust blood
Caught inside the scud-missle grip like tissue
.....Now I'm laid up inside the hospital
Bobby Digital's on critical
Cause the testicles is drained
Huh huh
Nah I ain't doing it right, right?
Huh
[RZA and Diaz conversating on a boat]
[RZA]
Yeh, this some good motherfuckin weed man, fo real
Niggaz got me out here on the Norwegian sea
Yo Diaz, I'm sayin what, we gone see a whale fo real?
[Diaz] Of course, of course
[RZA] We gone do, let me see that motherfucker
[Diaz] When we get that motherfucker, kill 'em
[RZA] KILL 'em
[Diaz] We gone eat that shit
[RZA] Oh, ya'all niggaz eat whales?
[Diaz] Hell yeah
[RZA]
Nah nah, I cant, I cant kill no whales
Oh man, I heard thet were here before us man
What the fuck is that right there comin close and shit
Oh we gone se Moby Dick
[Diaz] Finn fram harpunen'a. (Find the harpoon)
[RZA]
Hey damn, hey yo, nigga, one right there
OH SHIT, OH OH, HOLD ON NIGGA HOLD ON, HOLD ON
(The beat starts)
[Diaz]
D-I-A-Z
And the R-Z-A
yo yo yo yo
I'ma turn my aim up, cause I spit overseas now
My head's supplece now, got a new rease now
I've been local, but my rep's gonna increase now
Prevent that, find ya self in a tight squeeze now
I really feel, we all need some hip-hop police now
It's all about C's now, too many MC's now
Please now listen, I'm takin somebodys place
Fuck who that be, ya'all cats can't hold it like me
Though I'm not from no famous, borough or state
I've spent years in this shit, more than eight
I'm more than great, I cross more borders than weight
I serve you 24/7, ya'all can order this shit late
And choose the language too, just go ahead
You want norwegian or the spanish row instead
Toma, para los que pueren entender (Spanish)
Til de som står og ler, vi får bent dem ner (norwegian)
(=For those who are standin there laughin, we bend them down)
Nei(=no), I can't compare, ya'all shit this hot
Ya'll can't flow like Diaz, or make peace like RZA
[Chorus][RZA]
Ta ra ratta Ta ra ra ratta
Yo, yo
We like to get, get high
Chase ????, chop
Ski, feel the breeze
Y'all cant fuck with this cat from the northeren sea
[Diaz]
Heard ya'all Mc's talk alot, let's get back to this
I dont know if ya know this, but ya facts are twist
Up and coming motherfuckers just act as if
What they need to learn about is what practice is
Ya'all should get a teacher, who you lack is Chris
It be funny to see how you react to this
I'm like that +Activist+, I run up with bombs
While screamin 'fuck rap', with C-4 in both palms
I keep spittin after I blew off both arms
RZA came through, I'm used to flow over tarms
Beef that is, I'm tryin to reach these kids
Go head to head with these labels, beat their bids
Do whatever it taes, I never shit slide
Bout to switch on they ass like Jekyll to Hyde
Nobody takes me for a ride, put it to side
That's not an option, time for me to go outside
Hard to knock loose, cool with that much pride
God's my witness, I dont got too much to hide
That wasent the truth, Virgin Mary would I cry?
Peeped it with closed gates and I've would've fried
[Chorus]
We like to get, get high
Smoke, smoke, lah, lah
Trees, and feel the breeze
Y'all cant fuck with this cat from the northeren sea
I might, get my, my big, big G-A-T
And start the squeeze, 16 shots at you crab MC'z
Nigga, we can get high, high
Chase ????, chop
Ski, feel the breeze
Y'all cant fuck with this cat from the northeren sea
I might get, get my, my big
And squeeze 16 at you ????? rappers wanna touch my team
Nigga, we smoke, smoke lah, lah
Can, can get, get high
Ski, feel the breeze
Y'all cant fuck with this cat from the northeren sea
{*airplane takes off*}
Yeah, yeah
Dans l'monde
Comme aux premières rencontres
On finira seul au poste de lui
Qui a pour contre
The maker, the owner
The creator of the planet Earth
And the father of civilization
The god of the Universe
Dans l'monde
Comme aux premières rencontres
On finira seul au poste de lui
Qui a pour contre
Allah is the one
Never gonna find
Another like that nowhere
Seul au poste de lui
Word
J'sais qui va r'tentir avant d'repentir lors du dernier round
Un sac de croix sur l'dos j'affronte
Ces foudres prêt à en découdre
Tout blanc vêtu, moi le sale noir, l'esprit nue
Seul sur le ring sous le sol spacial, entends la cloche fatale
Quand les anges ont la dale, c'est mieux qu'un blanc qui sale
Ca fait un bail que j'danse avec l'espoir
Faut que j'sorte du bétail où j'traine ma vie animale
Outre les raisons, seul dans les choix et actions
Et trop de souvenirs en tête, est-je pris les bonnes décisions?
C'est dans la pulsion souvent qu'jai choisi la friction
Mais bon Franchement ya des cons sur
Terre qui méritent sanction
Et tout ce que j'aurais pu dire et faire, ouais je sais j'espère
Veinement qu'les impairs y'a que moi qui va devoir les payer
Et j'ai bien essayer, tu peux me rayer d'ta liste si ça t'plais
Et si tu laisses en fait les mêmes parfaits
Ton peuple il va faire les jetés
Ni l'moins bon, ni l'meilleur vécu à cent à l'heure
La peur sur le front
Le coeur qui fait front comme mon père le fit
L'Nez collé à l'envie, j'ai fais ce qui fallait
J'te le dis en face, c'était ca ou m'affolé
On peut pas toute sa vie cavaler au campement
Rémy désolé, je suis c'que j'ai fais
Et si c'est pas c'qui fallait
Seigneur fallait pas m'provoquer
Hey hey, seul face à lui
Dans la vie à la mort, on s'donne
Pas de fausses tonnes
Tout s'échelonne pour finir quand l'heure sonne
La grâce reste le prêt, c'est pas le souci dans la zone
Je sais d'où vienne mes chromosomes
Devant la question éternelle d'lhomme Qui nous sommes?
Dis leur qu'on est le peuple d'celui qui a croqué la pomme
On finira par un décompte
Au delà d'l'univers et ca le monde le sait
Là où la vie est cadenassée, Père
On sera seul face à lui
You can't escape fate
Allah be the maker
Bow down to your creator
Tout seul face à lui
Put your wicked heart on the scale
You melt like a snow flake in hell
Seul face à lui
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
No disgiue, no alibis and no lies
Tout seul face à lui
You realize every breath you took
It came from the most High
Ma première clope, j'lai fumé en traitre
D'une traite, dans une punèbre
J'ai même pas aimé, quelle merde
Pourquoi j'lai fais? je l'ignore
Faut qu'ca serve comme être célèbre
Putain, tu crois pas que c'tait mieux être bon élève?
Avec une crève deux ans dans les dortoirs
Premier coeur j'crèvre
Histoire comme les autres, brève
Debout dans les piqués de grève
À cette époque ma mère vit ses rêves
Le syndicat est puissant et à la une des prèves
Et après quoi? Ils se sont tous taillés comme des lâches
Se sont couvert de la misère dans les flashs
Maman r'viens sur Terre
Ici merde c'est chacun sa ganache
Excuses moi pour ma scolarité à l'arrache
Accroches mon coeur dans l'cadre
Et mon r'gard sévère s'évade
Comme Jules se tire dans le back dans monade et sérade
La vie c'est grave me laisse indifférent, maintenant cest grave
Dans un arbre prosse l'ail nos initiales s'gravent
Mes amours, c'est ma main que j'tends
Attrapez la sans dire non, on perd déjà trop d'temps
On joue tous les mêmes scènes, les mêmes peines
Restez fort quand les difficultés d'te voir caller
Crie ou implore
C'est comme un implant qui tient l'bon chemin de haut
Alors que rien se tient, seul l'instein pousse nos limites
Excuse, y'en a pas mal qui imite
Chacun son sort, chacun ses rites
Chacun sa cause, fuck les antisémites
Je dois rien à personne à part au Seigneur
Et c'qu'il emporte, faut l'gérer
Chaque cellule grise part pas
Mais pour être jugé dans c'monde
Pourtant j'rêve de liberté dans c'monde
Ceux qui dirigent, c'est la minorité
Les femmes qui aiment faire ce spécial
Pour les deux pour, crient trop
Là-bas y'aura pas d'blancs ni d'negros
You know?
[Unverified]
On se trouvera seul face à lui
The lie shatter
No computer data
Only truth matter
Tout seul face à lui
Every step you take
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Seul face à lui
You can't escape fate
Allah be the maker
Bow down to your creator
Tout seul face à l'unique
Tout seul you IAM
Who put the sun in the sky?
Who causes the birds to fly?
Who put the light in the eyes?
Who's the answer to why?
Every step you take, every breath you take
Every move you make, the most High create
No computer data, the lie shatter, only truth matter
I use the verbal gun of Allah to shoot at ya
I self lord and master of I-slam
it's hard for me to leave out
u call for me more i define more
nuh moture
see me G.O.Ds
see me K.A.Ds
nuh gotta leave
nuh gotta leave
stop blowing trees for my sleaps
see i'm living cross the streat
u're hot in my links
stay with me
stay with me for a little while.
won't u stay with me
stay with me for a little while.
baby don't go no where
cuz i need u here.
won't u stay with me
stay with me for a little while.
u could tell me that u love me and u care.
u ain't go no where
u gonna stay right here.
stay with me
stay with me for a little while.
cuz i'm waiting till so fading for ur love to
bring me up
to the place in love.
stay with me
stay with me for a little while.
won't u stay with me
stay with me for a little while.
baby don't go no where
cuz i need u here.
won't u stay with me
stay with me for a little while.
u could tell me u love me boy.
why u at the door
u don't love me no more.
sittin around and talkin about what we gonna be
we are family but how we gonna lay it down
stay with me
stay with me for a little while.
won't u stay with me
stay with me for a little while
baby don't go no where
cuz i need u here
won't u stay with me
stay with me for a little while
stay with me
stay with me
for a little while
for a little while
stay
stay with me for a little while
won't u stay with me
stay with me for a little while.
stay with me
stay with me for a little while
won't u stay with me
stay with me for a little while
baby don't go no where
cuz i need u here
won't u stay whit me
stay with me for a little while
for a little while
for a little while
i need a little while (stay with me)
just a little while
just a little while (u don't go no where)
just a little while...
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in Fordham
This dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (Wu!)
I blown ya, you need a blood donor
My bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (girl)
Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes?
I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different areas
Four ton whips that's sittin' on interiors
The bass shake in the club like it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the basement like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total malfunction?
We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we fall (yeah)
My glock (my glock), my four (my four)
throw shots through your bedroom door (bedroom door)
From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York)
We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we fall
Come on, let's cut the crap, money
I've been gettin' this rap money
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq money
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money
Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
Act funny, ya'll make me laugh (haha)
Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a baby's ass
These lazy ass labels -- fuck you! Pay me cash
My crazy path promoted me into a Mercedes class
Yeah.., all ya'll can see is the back of my jersey
Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, left you back in Jersey
I was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey
Shame on a Nigga, take it back to Dirty
Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty
Seconds, got the world's greatest record
And that money I'mma spend it like your greatest record
This Division, all the ladies respect it
Disrespect it and the eighty'll check it
It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel
Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me still
Til they look like they came out of George Foreman grill
Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on them crills
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill'
(feat. Daddy-O, Division)
[Intro: Daddy-O (RZA)]
Yo, yo, yo, yo Bobby
What up, what up? I can't really hear you
Aiyo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave Sha' ten
make sure he drops them shits off
I'm on my way back to Mexico, to pick up another hundred
(What up?) Can you hear me? can you hear me? (Uh-huh)
Yo make the drop off, don't forget man!
[ShaCronz]
I got niggaz on the block, block
niggaz with them gats, gats
Niggaz on the strip, strip
Puffin' them packs, packs
To my workers that stays sharp like razors
play my part and blaze it, we braveheart with paper
My niggaz got that Dutch, Dutch
niggaz got that black, black
Niggaz got a bitch, bitch, head in they lap, lap
My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it
Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits
Everything you seen, we lived it
Nigga front then we get at duke
Dick hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do
Cut you like a cantelope
Like Iverson the truth and the answer
I'm the poison and the antidote
Don't care if the bitch cute, we don't sex raw
We play the corners like the castles on a chess board
Up in the Lex 4, drinkin' a Beck's boy
Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the nigga to check for
[Hook: Freemurder]
Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on titties, sayin' F-R-E
And my nigga Crizzee baby, and my nigga Digi baby
Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi
or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby
[Interlude: girl (RZA)]
[moaning]
Bobby stop!
Bobby [sirens] the cops is comin
[moans]
(That shit is tight girl)
[cops:] "hey you!"
[moans]
(Fuck that mothafucka, you know how I do)
[sirens]
[moans]
[car speeding off]
[RZA]
Up in the drop-top Boxter headin' the opposite
direction of the cop inside the chopper
I got the tall Grey Goose vodka
this bitch on my side, with no panties, finger pop her
Ten pounds of skunk up in the front trunk
Bird like hittin' a blunt, about to cum, and I'm pinchin' her cunt *girl moans*
Ninety miles per hour I'm like "Fuck these punks!"
It's the land of the free son, you only live once
You a smart motherfucker or stupid dunce?
Music blastin', she orgasm like a singer
Sweet, wet pussy got all over my fingers
Now I'm sniffin' my hand, all sippin' the plan
Got the pedal to the floor, goin' swift as I can
Hit the exit, chk-chk-chuh, make the left quick
Hit the garage and slip inside the Lexus
I got many whips, many clips, many chicks
and my dick's been sucked by many lips
Many tips, or many Vicks, many sticks
and love to fuck with plenty chips
[Girl]
He got many whips, many clips, many chicks
and his dick's been sucked by many lips
Many tips, or many Vicks, many sticks
and love to fuck with plenty chips
[Hook]
Burst better run better run for your life!
Burst break run jet flee boogey move be audi (yo)
Slide duck dip bounce be ghost escape blazini poof
The Genie disappear cast out like they ain't seen me (yo) ...
(Yo) Burst!
Put the gear in the ignition first it spark my transmission
I'm gear shiftin fast lane switchin tryin to ditch em
Escape I got the briefcase full of papers
Plus the microtape of all the secret society snakes
Recordings, plan how they want to destroy the black man
and take every square inch of land and kill the Wu Clan
What the fuck? My four hundred horsepower truck
High speed with the Ironman CD turned all the way up
Shots fired in back of me, they practically hit my tire
Though I smell smoke, I hope my engine ain't on fire
Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won't explode
Felt like The Saint from the last James Bond episode
Drivin sixty miles per hour through weed trees and dead flowers
Bust the overdrive, couldn't control the power
Pushin through bushes, mud, bugs
Covered the front and back windshield like carwash suds
I couldn't sleep, I knew these niggaz was gainin on me
I tried to bust a 360, I crashed into a tree
It felt like a bulldozer, knocked my ass over
I fell out the Rover, grabbed the briefcase ran over
to a log cabin, had a sign posted DO NOT ENTER
I bust through the door my body got cut up with splinters
I ain't give a FUCK, tryin to find somewhere to duck
Ahh, ahh, uhhhhh, ahh
and catch my breath, count how many shots I had left
My clip was full, the first nigga walk through I'm gonna pull
It was Ivan Korlof, he came through with a sawed off
Bust the cannon shot and tore the rest of the fuckin door off
Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi
Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof
The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain't seen me
Killer Bee, fast lamborghini
(repeat 2X)
Junk turned fragments scattered in all direction
One grazed me, on my kneecap but didn't faze me
?Count Latree? jumped up, I fired back
My four-four snub slug, dug a hole in his head
like Dig Dug, partner crashes in
with the infrared precision shots, just missin
Night vision goggles, shit had me boggled
Forty-Four mag, was too much to swallow
Held the briefcase in front of my face, jumped through the window
Daring, got up and went like Dr. Kimball
I burst, broke, ran, jetted, fleed, boogied, moved, was audi
Slid, ducked, dipped, bounced, ghost, escaped, blazini, poof
The Genie, disappear, niggaz out like they ain't seen me
Killer Bee move with the speed of lamborghini
Bobby Steels on the track, word up
Bout to escape with the tape
Word up
[Intro: RZA]
Heheheheheh, hahahahahahah
So, anything it takes to fight
Hehehehehehehe, hahahahahaha
As the snowflakes start to fall
Bobby thought to himself, can he possibly survive?
Then out of nowhere a stream of energy struck
As he boosted, joined energy wit the Sun
The Seven is shining, and the kids all felt happy!
You are listening to the worlwide Digital Radio Show
Where we play hiphop uncut, unedited
Wit very few commercial interruptions
[RZA]
Yeah, Bobby, word
BOODOODOODOODOODOO
Why? Where? Where?
BOODOODOODOODOODOO
Just Bobby, yo, Digi Digi
DOODOODOODOO, yo, yo..
We interupt this program to bring you a special bulletin
Bob Digital located inside the hood again
Last seen helpin the crack fiend in detox
Smackin this cat in his head for snatchin Reeboks
Cut the dreadlocks, son, I rock the bald Caeser
Allow God to slip through the shit more easier
Police pulsated that they almost trapped Bobby
Near the staircase outside a 240 lobby
But son just disappeared in thin air
Where you crab niggas want to go, I've been there
Carry big guns, without bein parried
Yo, Cali niggas say its carried
Yo, don't waste your mind on time, don't chase the blind
Don't eat swine, don't play with loaded 9's
Don't quote weak rhymes
If you approached by a brother in need, give him shine
Show him light, don't get emotional, son, don't fight
Unless it's self-defense, to break the savage backs
So he's crew could be convinced
That any time you cross the line, we snap spines
Split ya melon, down to the rind
You be fucked up, yo..
From the way I talk, no tellin what you might hear
BOODOODOODOO
The words of wisdom is like a magnet to the ear
[Break - RZA]
We've come to +Show U Love+, son, we've come to show you
Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or I don't know you
Wu-Tang +Show U Love+, so let me show you
Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or I don't know you
I said, we've come to +Show U Love+, son, so let me show you
Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or I don't know you
[RZA]
Bobby stainless, son, you must be brainless
Drill through ya jugalar vein with my cain-is
Do love your brother, do show kindness
Do speak the truth, deal in refinement
Love God, or there'll be iron flyin at you
From 4 corners of the Earth, God's eyein at you
A wall full of eyes, makin demons in disguise
There's naked women, walkin sour lemon
Every head, high-pitched bird, fly canary
Body's vary, tck-a-chk, wisdom is secondary
The most necessary, they daze you
And blaze you, faze you out
Wu-Tang razor blade may raise you
Wafflehead cats, you get sent back to Belgium
Don't have to tell 'em, life taken up, propell 'em
1-2-3, Bobby showed up, ya shit blowed up
Have ODB in the back with the Mac, son was tote up
Quick to snatch ya wiz, we sport Polo lenses
Logo organic, herbal fresh, hypoallergenic
You get stabbed by the +Shaolin Finger Jab+
Then nabbed, hung by ya toe like fresh skin slab
[Break - RZA]
Whether Arian, Rastafarian, Syrian
African, Black, Humanitarian, Bolivan
We've come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you
Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or I don't know you
Wu-Tang will +Show U Love+, so let me show you
Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or I don't know you
Don't have to come in this shit and make me blow you
We've come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you
Yo.. so let me show you
Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? We told you
We've come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you
Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or I don't know you
Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? Don't make me blow you
Come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you
[RZA]
You might get splat by the black gat
Pssh.. Head split.. jigged up by the ice pick!
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, 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
Contemplate on how to run this shit, universally forever runnin'
Reflect shots off my [Incomprehensible] will split your nugget'
(New shit)
Thoughts too rugged, extortionate 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, it's 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
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 concrete
Sasquash 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
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 hurtin' 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 slitherin', 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
[Junior Reid]
Blessed love my lark, blessed love empress
All teaching of ways, all prince and all princess
Gods and goddess, kings of de earths, kings of de earths
Heeeya-hahahahaha!
Jah!
Rastafari
[RZA]
R-rza-rec-rec-Bobby
Yo
[Junior Reid]
Jah live the +Righteous Way+
Teaching the youths of today
Bobby Digital do and then them say
Love with me today
Love with me today
Baby this is what they say
I'm gonna lead the youths in my stray
No foul play, no foul play
Want them of love all the way, and no foul play
Want them of love and not the negative way
RZA want no drive-by car, then we will see about how we are
Am I going the digital way, send all the youth to the digital way
Jah live the +Righteous Way+
Leading the youth of today
Tell them to watch and pray
A child shall lead the way, the way
Jah live the +Righteous Way+
Teaching the youths of today
Bobby Digital do agree to tell them say
Love shall lead - love is the only way
Love we want in America, in Jamaica, and in Africa
Love all over the world, for all women boys and girls
Men women boys and girls
[RZA]
Let it be known
Let it be-let it be known
Let it be known
Some said Bobby oughta burn in hell because these fancy bitches
Got a closet full of kung-fu flicks and nasty pictures
A library to decipher anything religious
He beg for mercy, we pray for Allah forgiveness
Rough nights, tough nights polite cuff tight
Locked the fuck up, someone's mad enought to snuff mic
Couldn't fuck right or puff right
This 15-year-old bastard got drunk and stuck like
The kid in the GangStarr vid, +Just to Get a Rep+
Pop goes the clip, moms out on the steps
See sometimes he feel like a motherless, starve for another kiss
At night search the skies and searchin for the mothership
Only to find it's all inside yourself
Are you ready for the things of mental health?
This old man had a lack of mental health
Because his grandfather Clyde got to old for hisself
So he had to die with a cold on his chest
The Old Earth said that the soul went to rest
Something that we never could understand
Is what he told me, sayin;
"Yo, how could the ghost be holy?"
That's what he told me, when I watch TV all I see
is unfriendly ghosts is bustin through like Scream Part 3
[Junior Reid]
Them say Digital way
All the youths, them ah say
They wants them to live in the Rastaman way
Now follow Babylon way, long time nah Babylon ah lead them astray
They want Bobby Digital way, say the pussy and the +Righteous Way+
Want the Rastaman way, Rastaman never lead you astray
Righteous way
Righteous way
Now lead the youths, them astray
Tell them to watch and pray
Just, watch and pray
Jah will lead the way
A brighter day
Youths are the future, oh yeah
[Chorus: Bams]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-lalalalalala-la-la-la-la-lala
Laaaaaaaaaaaaa-la-la-la-la-lalala-la-la-la-la-lala
[Bams]
Tu peux...Avoir confiance en moi?
Dure à croire, essaye et tu verras
Facile que de m'imaginer interprétant la bonne, la conne, L'INSTITE, la none
JE PEUX ME... GLISSER dans la peau de...
Qui tu veux, quand tu veux et ce même où tu veux
Un problème la BOUlice?
QUOI encore la milice, Mal au cul?
T'énerves pas, t'fatigues pas, l'assurance, ton BANQUIER
Le parquet, L'tribunal, S.O.S Bams
Ton meilleur alibi? C'est moi...
Prof, parent, patron, famille, même ton/ta meilleur(e) ami(e), S.O.S Bams c'est moi
Moment difficile de VIE?
CAP tendu? j'ai BIEN entendu? CRISE...
De nerfs à éponger? J'peux M'TÉLÉtransporter, ME transformer.
Psychologue, ETHNO, neuro, anthropologue, MAITRISANT L'monologue
FLUIDE,ZZZIIII,J'GLISSE
Cependant, je tiens à vous faire remarquez
Que je ne lèche ni les foufs et ne donne pas mon BOUL
[CHorus]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-lalalalalala-la-la-la-la-lala (please, tends l'oreille)
Laaaaaaaaaaaaa-la-la-la-la-lalala-la-la-la-la-lala
[Bams]
Je peux être rigolote, sote, molle, SCHLAG
J'TE débouche en trois quatre...
UNE Bouteille de Pinard, petit veinard. dans mes PAS deS sourires
De la joie, des drames, du bounce Bams, casse, j'SCHLASSE
Les frontières,PÈTE LES MURS POUR LES FRÈRES,POUR LES SOEURS
Je te SOIGNE toutes les chiasses
Je guéris la disgrace, outre passe bien souvent mes droits
Par devoir c'est mon choix, je zappe
Zzzzzzz!, je pique!, zzzzzzzzz!
S'il le faut ,TELLE UNE ABEILLE.
Je pilotes jusqu'Ã la jeep, J' Fly (Ouuuuuu!)
Survoles tous les stéréotypes (Ouuuu!), mes yeux des télescopes
Magnéto, je te grille en flagrant déliT, chef d'état je t'attaques, te balance
Beep beep beep...
Interpole, Chirak, Bush, Milozhévoche et autres têtes de liste,DES OPPRESSIONS ET VOLS!!
Qui? Mieux que nous peut dénoncer dans LE FUN ET LA BONNE HUMEUR?
SOLIDAIRES DES DOULEURS,
Que viveNT mes soeurs et frères, amen!
LITTLE BIT strange? so you can range me
C'est clair on ne partagera jamais la même chambre, ADIEU
[Chorus]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-lalalalalala-la-la-la-la-lala (please, tends l'oreille)
Laaaaaaaaaaaaa-la-la-la-la-lalala-la-la-la-la-lala (aller regardes,écoutes)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-lalalalalala-la-la-la-la-lala (vite je tire)
Laaaaaaaaaaaaa-la-la-la-la-lalala-la-la-la-la-lala
[U-God]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
It be the Wu-Gambinos, flurry don't stop
You die and scream, I'm the cherry on top
Scary are cops cuz I carry the glock
Look up at my eye boy, dare my to pop
Hand me my Scotch, Scotch on the rocks
100,000 rocks for my ghetto blocks
Killin' flo' level the spillin' won't stop
Buildin' more treble 'til I fill in my slot
I want my props, I need the shit
In the spotlight cuz I'm lethal kid
Cockblockin' niggaz make the needle skip
Knock out the biggest when you see me flip
All on the corner, Desert Eagle grip
Get the benchwarmers and you see who flip
Yes the white star with the see-thru chipped
Sunday night permorfance when you see who hits
Bless my endurance, he who gets
Lambor' dick ride, don't ever ever quit
You say tomato I say to-motto
You say potato I say po-tawto
You say today and I say tomorrow
Some say it's mixed and I saw Milano
[Bams]
Freeze, please, grille...
Cependant...
[Chorus]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-lalalalalala-la-la-la-la-lala
Laaaaaaaaaaaaa-la-la-la-la-lalala-la-la-la-la-lala
[Kung Fu sample]
Why?!?! {*grunting and sounds of fighting*}
featuring Ras Kass
[Ras Kass]
We on some Phantom of the Opera shit
It's the gothic shit
As I produce the Waterproof mask
You never ask the question "Who's the man behind the red mask?"
About to a driveby on MC's so listen
Aiyyo!
Yo my mic check is Robo Tech
Run over the track till my lyrical GigaPet slow flow
Cardiac arrest like FloJo rock ice Ro Ro
Pack fo fo fo' sure though
More and more cream, and niggaz Still Love You Rakeem
The game of death, we kickin niggaz in the chest like Kareem
My wingspan is wider than Rodan
My sweet and sour niggaz wit nose candy sniff blow by the gram
I gramatically slam, before I eat a groupie bitch pussy
The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan is eatin ham
So catch me in Deep Space Nine
Wit eight million stories on seven continents
And six billion bullets on the Star Trek
Solid state logic thug niggaz electronic
Eat, drink, sleep, shit, fuck, build and smoke chronic
Playa, this is not a game, I said it before
went through the door I came wit Wu-Tang
The Artist Formerly Know as You
Got snatched out his truck on Florence and Normandy Duke
We strictly Digital
[Bobby Digital]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
The Last Starfighter, my thoughts make the sun shine brighter
I bust in a bitch mouth to make her teeth seem whiter
Roam like space drones through all time zones
Your face get blown, I make home, Bobby'll fuck Grace Jones
Mocha caps without lithium cristal
Raise the pendulum cuts through your ear tissue, Digital signal
Scramble your brain then we gain the visuals
Like Microsoft, I might micro-walk before the lights go off
You develic bitches, I give your tonsils eighty stitches
Bobby long storm, even fuck the Eastwick Witches
[Method Man]
I'm sayin, you-could-you could just come over top of that shit...
Did I hear it?
Nigga and bang your head, PUNK!!
[Ol' Dirty Bastard] *in background repeating*
SUCK A DICK!!! 6x
SUCK MY DICK!!!
[Method Man]
And it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't
It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop!
It all starts wit the pad and pen, shall we begin
To burn bush in this rap session, once again
On the run be the Black Stallion
Now you fuckin wit Ticallion, hmmm
Iron Lung, boy me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun
I'ma get you none, accept challenge AHH!
Run a mile wit a racist, they iced it, I aced it
Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it
Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone
I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone to the bone
Danger zone, that's my life and my song
Keep it movin, hop along little doggies!
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Uh uh uh, FUCK YOU!!!
Drive The Mack Cadillac
Dark shade the window all sunny and black
Pitch antenna back of the car
Inside is a TV, even a bar
Bulletproof down, safe and sound
Chauffeur in the FRONT just to drive the Lexus all around
Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside
Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise
*Laughs* Enter
[RZA]
Yo yo my Wu-Tang cliff'll make your atom split
The power of my brain, you can't fathom it
Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain
Don't EVER say thy God name in vain
My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe
Can record your words
And your lies and approach you
And have my Dogs come and Ghost you
When it comes to the bread son, the heat will toast you
[U-God]
Music makes me lose control
This is not just rock and roll
Hip hop digs right to the soul
Music makes me lose control
Wu-Tang, now we on a roll
On a rise, now here we go
Guaranteed to flip the show
RZA beats is outta control
Outta control, outta control, outta control
Outta control, now here we go
[Masta Killa]
Yo who got that nigga gassed like he can't get skimasked
Abducted from his doorstep
Dufflebag his head for the price of nothin
He's a glutton
What I'm manifestin each day is a lesson
Ya'll faggots, came to the School of the 36 Chambers
Copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars
We trendsetters in Wu leathers, trendsetters in Wu leathers, whatever
Chorus [U-God] 2x
Music makes me lose control
This is not just rock and roll
Hip hop digs right to the soul
Music makes me lose control
Wu-Tang, now we on a roll
On a rise, now here we go *Skip next line on the second time of chorus*
Music makes me lose control (2x)
Guaranteed to rip the show
RZA beats is outta control
Outta control, outta control, outta control
Now here we go
thats right, thats right, thats right
yeah check this shit out
nam sayin
this is dedicated to all my hoes
nam sayin
all my babies mothers nam sayin
all my bitches nam sayin let me tell a motherfucker something
ya'll motherfuckers want this money bitch
you better earn this motherfucking money
bitch let me show you something
my names dirt dog bitch aint no frontin
bitch let me show you something
my names dirt dog bitch aint no frontin
bitch let me show you something
my names dirt dog bitch aint no frontin
AAAAAAHHHH!!
walking down the street dark, dark, not
saw a pretty bitch caught my sight
bitch so fine fine as can be
bitch you know you belong to me
drove over said how you be
bitch you know my names dirtdog dirtMC
dirt dog i kno what you about
bitch get the fuck in the car!!
drove her to my house
aaaaahhh to my house
open the door take off your clothes
throw'em on the floor took off my clothes
show'em my dick
bitch dis something that you'll never forget
on the 1st punch started to scream
on the 2nd punch started to have a bad dream
on the 3rd punch started to cry
dirt dog i dont wanna die
well shut the fuck up!!
pussy aint nuttin but a skin on your bone
you can fuck it you can suck you can leave it alone
25 cents is the regular price
50 cents you can fuck it twice
75 cents you can fuck it to the bone
and a dollar worth leave it alone
Ultimate breakbeats an' shit right?
Niggaz still makin' money offa those shits
Loopin' the same shits for a thousand years
An' shit, right?
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
Digital
Yo, you know us to be robust, the greatest crew since Cold Crush
This poisonous slang keep MCs avoidin' us
Can't think about the proper remedies for destroyin' us
Your best bet black is sit back an' start enjoyin' us
An' run your commissary, attack your coronary
I'ma bury revolutionary
Honorary is sonic, electronic brain like Johnny Mnemonic
Get boosted from the sorrow an' went Wu-tonic
You be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle
To serve to your bird, with cheese and pumpernickel
Three state Charlie a classic like Marley Marl
Tie your ass down an' run you over with a trolley car
My nigga, Lucky keep 'em bucky like Dent
Intent, read the fine print, it says
'Do not enter, or cross the lines
You be tossed behind an' forced to submit to the rhyme'
B.O.B.B.Y
D.I.G.I.T.A.L
B.O.B.B.Y
D.I.G.I.T.A.L
B.O.B.B.Y
D.I.G.I.T.A.L
Digital, Digital
44 in the holster, strapped tight by the Velcro
Steel padded vest on the chest, armed right from the elbow
Pointed rings resemble Killa Bee stings
It's the mental of slingin' swords, thinkin' a buck brings
Rain, hail, snow an' earthquakes
Search your mental birth date
50 straight push-ups keep the body in perfect shape
Just got hit on the hip by this bird
Talkin' 'bout she got a blister on her lip
That comes from not garglin' after suckin'
I'm togglin' the buttons on my cell phone
Call my nigga, Tone, the well known
Bubblegoose shredders made him thick as Carl Weathers
Solid chrome Berettas, nines stuffed inside the Wu leather
Hot shots melt through your pleather
'Never ending story', not from the land of Nether
We fight for our wives to the death like Mega Evers
Wu-Tang Clan forever, all an' together now
B.O.B.B.Y
D.I.G.I.T.A.L
B.O.B.B.Y
D.I.G.I.
Digital, Digital
Up from the rugged grains of Shaolin soil
Ol' earth kept a nigga spoilt
Though the reigns to my veins remain royal, burnin' up
High speed dub, my CD spins like a hub cap on a Ac'
Tre-pound snub rap, we might joust
Fresh spring water from the ounce
Stalked like a tomahawk, Indian bitch, you get scalped
Like a ticket sold in Cleveland, you feel me in?
An' now I stream up your bone marrow
Wu-Tang song last long as Christmas carols
Niggaz throw darts, I'm shootin' flamin' arrows
Pierce through your physical faculties
With pinpoint accuracy, you don't wanna battle me
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
The Digital
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
B.O.B.B.Y
D.I.G.I.T.A.L
B.O.B.B.Y
D.I.G.I.T.A.L
B.O.B.B.Y
D., the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
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