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...
(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 ....
[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]
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
[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
"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)
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
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
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!
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]
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
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
[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
[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..
[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
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
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!)
(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)
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'
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?
(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 (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]
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
[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
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
[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*}
[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*}
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
[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
[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*
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
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
[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)
[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
{*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?"
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
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: 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
[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 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
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
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
{*sampled singer singing "Be a man"
and "bad situation man" throughout the song*}
[RZA]
Yeah it's Bobby Digital
Just floatin over +The City+
I came across this, this, this black man
He was talkin about (look down below)
Sure of yourself risin, prices of food skyrisin
Foreign countries movin in USA, enterprisin
Snatchin your mic then speakin, while you might be leakin
Then losin the luxury, average man be seekin
Thought he was so smart; hoe's cheatin, life fall apart
Fuckin a hundred bitches couldn't mend a broken heart
Start as a soda jerk job, as a mail clerk
Fucked this white bitch in the office, got fired from work
Nine-to-five, government high taxes, police dispatches
Beauracatic attackin black Asiatics, resident with bad plumbin
Cocaine got my brain numb an' bitch complained 'bout cummin'
Pussy stay hummin; $200 parkin, summer's out of state warrants
High blood pressure pills prescribed by Dr. Lawrence
Got me gainin weight, fuckin up my right kidney
Cousin raped at school Allah wit me
Peoples' eyes closed like envelopes by folk membership
With unpaid doctor bills
Framed got shot and killed, cops poppin pills
Three pair cotton, steel closet, cabinet of +No Frills+
Mo' bills, sister got evicted from Park Hill
Punch a hole inside the NARC wheels
My dogs bark, still carry dark steel
And unmarked bills, I'm from the uncut, dope, found on director's reels
Bobby Digital may switch back to Bobby Steels
Rusty .38's, bought rust inside the herb gate
So +Hungry+, son, 'bout to shrink down to a bird's weight
Rash break out, where's the blue ointment, face-to-face appointments
Un-proudly in the church paid for annointment
Bet the checks don't come late
About to separate with her man
In +The City+, +Domestic Violence+ excavates
Get a highest ratio in five years
The idea is to plant fear
Boy you slap yo' bitch, po-lice is there to cuff you or snuff you
They might bust you
Cause your hoe snatched your money up, didn't want to fuck you
We must learn to communicate, and unificate
Stop the black on black, hate on hate
White on white, black on white
Put the love in love
I'm blunted up, blasted inside the strip club
Shorty wop, fifteen year old, all she needed was love
And mo' dough so she won't have to show her knotty afro
Collect call from my son to now, he might blow trial
Foul cut, and cop out to a 3 to 6
Bad situations, bein a man is hard shit
Somethin'll get trapped out, I mean, yo
Got crack fiends in spots with vaccine shots
Black teens drop out of high school, white teens sellin stock
with bonds they can't put their word on
20 years, shorty wop, pussy 'bout to swerve on
Up in the crib, new fridge, dead pig
Two kids, pawned this older cat who looked like Calvin Coolridge
But got splat in his back last year
Robbin' his jewel inside the diamond district
No one got convicted, heard they never found the biscuit
I'm booby trapped by the capitalists
Tryin to subsist, sometimes happiness is hot grits and catfish
Or a bowl of Cookie Crisp, I got harassed by this rookie bitch
Talkin' 'bout I couldn't put my feet on the fire hydrants
to tie my kicks, $50 ticket, 'bout to strike and picket
and shout at the City Hall, motherfuck the wicked
Too greedy, give to the needy, down on my luck
'bout to jab a ouija board, that's when Bobby Digi seen me
Said, "Yo son, don't stress out over no one, learn the slogan:
Knowledge is half the battle, that's one to grow on
And don't be counterfeit
It's a bad situation which bein a man, but we got to handle it"
Bad situation when you ain't bein a man
"I wanna stay with you, forever"
[RZA]
Yo, yo, the A-1 sauce, the Divine Force
My mind blind force is known to blow time off course
Even, if I rode around the world on a blind horse
Strapped down, I'd still get my point across
Allah is father of all
You debate whether big, whether small
Whether short, whether tall
Whether dense, whether length
Whether strength, whether width
Either man, animal, bird or fish
Whether, black or white, more shapes than snowflakes
Existin', everywhere but you still can't locate
The man of steel couldn't bend me
Time couldn't end me
Even the great devil Satan that tried to befriend me
Understand the equality, God in a bodily
Form, lettin' my knowledge be born
Lettin' my knowledge be born...
"I wanna stay with you, forever"
[RZA]
Yo, yo, yo
I be the fatal flyin', I'm like NATO flyin'
Over your country and droppin' down forty tons of iron
Filled with explosives, your chance is hopeless
We have your head poppin' up like the blowfish
I'm not talkin' Hootie, nigga pass the zootie
I could bag the cootie, maybe smoke the ootie
The runaway train with no track
I got the heart of Faye Dunaway whippin' that child with the coatrack
T.V. droppin' bombs or droppin' germs
Baby moms in the courthouse, she's droppin' terms
Guns go off, bustin' all directions
D.J. choose, another fuckin' dope selection
"...with you forever..."
"Like the corners of my mind...."
"I wanna stay with you, forever"
[RZA]
Yo, the pen is mightier than the sword, as I face my worldly challenge
In the scale of justice and my heart remains balanced and neutral
My respect for all men is mutual
As my thoughts surpass a level to which you devils compute to
You've been given the chance to hear the true and living
So do the knowledge, son, before you do the wisdom
So you can understand, how the thunder and
Lighting above your head is caused by the Son of Man
We experimentin' with high explosions
That cause the place to quake and the surface erosions
The earth produce lava like the mouth produce saliva
This wisdom goes deeper than your scuba diver
In search for the pearl jewels sold to Tiffany
My verbal heart symphony will strike the epiphany
Insight, ignite, and then men might, see love and hell
Hell and right, then excel, to be masters of your circumference
First, by obtainin' mastery of your common sense
This supreme wisdom clears a man's vision
You can see it through the lies and the fantism
Of the equivocal, two-faced political individual
Who's only out for residual, fabricatin' lies
To eradicate the wise
But we come to civilize and gravitate to the skies
Of the heavenly celestial sphere
Trust me, son, it's dear, in between your ears
[Chorus 2X: RZA]
A day to God is a thousand years
Men walk around with a thousand fears
The true joy of love bring a thousand tears
In the world of desire, there's a thousand snares
"I wanna stay with you forever" [2X]
[Intro/Outro: Forest Whitaker]
The way of the samurai is found in death
Meditation of inevitable death should be performed daily
Every day, when one's body and mind are at peace
He should meditate up on being up to blocked
by arrows, rifles, spears and swords
Being carried away by surging waves
Being thrown in to the midst of a great fire
Being struck by a lightning, and shaken to death by a great earthquake
Falling from thousand foot cliffs, dying of a disease
Commiting seppiku at the death of one's master
In everyday when one fails, one should consider himself as dead
This is a substance of the way of a samurai
[Christ Bearer]
Nigga I don't wanna talk
I own one, ghost gun, briefcase in this equilibrium
It's the killa on your block, melodic flux
War flock, of perfected, dead it, bloods chop it up
And the birds of a feather, fly together
Intellaced moving mo' murder messages of me and Leatha Face
I'm your retainer, your perfect stranger
36th Chamber, Wu-Tang banga
I hit the dust and bust a straight no braina
Heavyweight gaina, and a lone blown ranger
Welcome to the world I rock
Doing what in the cut, while niggas know not
Grand theft, awaited with baited breath
Hear witnesses fear just as clear as death
In the twinklin of an eye, in the ways of the samurai
It's do or die, for the devil's pie
Now I'm phat broad down, received from mo' high
So beautiful it make you wanna cry, cry, cry
Power Equality, Ghost Dog
For Christ Bearer, Killa Bees, west coast God
[Chorus: RZA]
Yo,
Yo, son will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, son will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, dog will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, son will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, Black will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, D will you kill kill for shoe, sho
Yo, Mink will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, Christ will you kill kill for sho, sho
[Minky, (RZA)]
Ah, designed to cause disaster, the mic blaster
Cause atoms to transfer, with immediate report for you bastards
I make minds stagger, with this North Star golden dagger
I self Lord and master, represented in this chapter
For you phony wild actors, I crack ya
for tryin to distract us, in the west
transportin flows of energy in your chest
Over deep bass tones, in the flesh
Odd bones are rock clones
Repentance in the devil home cuz he divided the whole globe
Transform souls, told lies, we wrote scrolls
Now it's on, it's bid war
360 degrees that form the negative swarm
Born mentally and physically from the essence
Where North Star be flexin, questin, addressing
All minds that's hectic, no place to be
North Star trilogy, west coast Killa Bee
(Killa Who?) Killa Bee, (Killa Who?) Killa Bee
Killa Bee, (Killa Who?) Killa Bee
[Chorus: RZA]
Yo, yo,
Yo, son will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, Doc will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, Monk will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, Black will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, dog will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, G will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, Christ will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, Blacks will you kill kill for sho
For shoe shoe, for shoe, for sho, sho
Killa Bees will kill kill for sho, sho
Ghost Dog will kill kill for sho, sho
Wu-Tang will kill kill for sho, sho
West coast will kill kill for sho, sho
Blood niggas will kill kill for sho, sho
Crip niggas will kill kill for sho, sho
Black man will kill kill for sho, sho
White man will kill kill for sho, sho
G-O-D will smash you for sho, sho
G-O-D will smash you for sho, sho
For sho, sho
(For sho, sho)
You don't own me
Don't try to change me in anyway
Don't tie me down, cause I'd never stay
[RZA:]
You telling me where to go
What to smoke, what a joke
How to sleep
How to eat
How to dress
How to vote
How to stress
How to stroke
How to bless
How to
Mostly you tryna tell me how to think, what a joke
You don't own me
I'm not just one of your many toys
You don't own me
You don't own me
You don't own me
You don't own me
[RZA:]
Keep your nose out of my business and keep your eyes off my wizards
Keep the game on those digits and keep that butter on that biscuit
You acting like my name in Kunte and your's is Mr Smith
You see this four fifth will give your ass a facelift
Bumping with the guestlist in that Z-diamond necklace
Tryna front like he's a Benz, son was in the Lexus
Acting like he New York, he was more like New Texas
Oh man, his whole style was recklass
More like a mini-van, big with 4 cylinders
Got 2 holes up in your chest now
And it wasn't from no Dillinger
This Shaolin finger jab, the Wu Tang finger style left him needing stitches
Snitching like them bitches (bitches)
You don't own me
You don't own me
You don't own me
You don't own me
B.. (B..) O.. (O..) B.. (B..) B.. (B..) Y.. (Y..)
D.. (D..) I.. (I..) G.. (G..) I.. (I..)
T.. (T..) A.. (A..) L.. (L..) Bobby Digital (Bobby Digital)
{Alright.. great job...}
Dear momma, no need for the head drama
I quit slinging that yac', don't need the feds on us
I made a mil' off the deal, legit
After I pay the tax, I'mma buy us a crib
In the winter, I'mma buy us a whip
So we can take long trips, just me and the kids
I'm up again, I never let you down
Nothings ever gonna stop me now
I'm up from the gwop, don't gotta hide from the cops
Plus homey's got a spot, they can stay off the block
They can drop a few tracks, or spar a few minds
The God home from the pen, he left the yard behind
Got a brand new sampler, take the breaks and I loop it
Got a license for the gat, in case the public is stupid
Plus, I ain't afraid to shoot it
A man with the family, is firmly rooted
We on top right now, we living
Ain't nobody saying it, can't nobody fade us
We killing, look at this, yo, just sweet in here
We did it, we ain't gotta worry bout nothing no more
We on top right now, we living
Ain't nobody saying it, can't nobody fade us
I always know you was gonna make it
You was a dreamer, from day one
What shall I speak, about the brothers that passed?
Make me weak about the knees, make me wanna bust ass
Or should I kick knowledge, and I ain't even graduate
But take it from me, it ain't cool to skip class, imagine it
Five Gods, came to picture perfect, to ovulate to it
Music and expression of freedom, escape to it
Not much to it, we was born and conceived to it
And me being the man that I am, the same could do it
Surrounded by a civilized man, a weak woman
Subconsciously be planting a fed, inside children
Allow me to explain my cause, or who I B-E-R-E, Double T, A, N-I-N-E
A/K/A K-I-N-E-T-I-C, my attribute B-O-R-N G-O-D Allah
Searching for the truth in myself, I seen, I saw
In order to achieve it all, must give my all
I always know you was gonna make it
You was a dreamer, from day one
Look at how you killing them right now
Why don't you go get you a massage or something, daddy
Ain't gotta worry bout none of that
Matter fact, pass me the oil
I got you all day, you know you did your thing
Just sit back and relax
Off up in the C-H-I, C-A to the G-O
Where the winter time temperature be twenty below
Knee deep up in the snow, the Reverend still get dough
To pay the bills, feed his family and go get more
Money, now we taking trips to Jamaica, just to relax
My homey's came a long way since paper from g-packs
But gone, they used to be pushing BP's and Zenax
Now they wire us our paper back and forth like we fax
We ask the lord and savior for guidance
It's probably hard to hear us over gunshots and violence
Figure when I'm in the casket it'll be plenty silence
So in the end, when you add it up, it all balance
The crew been up, staying higher than pallets
On vacations in the islands, watching women with talents
Fellowship and with the family members who be the wildest
Now we live in mansions, castles and golden palaces
Into everything that you put your hard work into
Look at the gold on the lamp, baby
Look at the size of this TV
Look at everything, just take up all the beauty in this room right now
Look at how you did your thing, you did it
We living right now, we ain't gotta worry bout nothing no more
Yeah... hahahaha...
Up again, I'll never let you down
Nothing's ever gonna stop me now
Up again, I'll never let you down
(Nothing's ever gonna stop us now)
Nothing's ever gonna stop us now
Up again, I'll never you down
(Never let you down, never let you down)
Up again, I'll never you down
(Nothing's ever gonna stop us now)
Up again, I'll never you down
(Up again, I'll never you down
Nothing's ever gonna stop us now
Up again, I'll never you down
Nothing's ever gonna stop us now
Up again, I'll never you down
Nothing's ever gonna stop us now
Up again, I'll never you down
Nothing's ever gonna stop us now
Up again, I'll never you down
Nothing's ever gonna stop us now)
Bobby, make this world digital...
Bobby, your love is so digital...
(Spell my name.. B-O-B-B-Y)
{B, O, B, B, Y, Bobby) repeat after me
B.. {B..} O.. {O..} B.. {B..} B.. {B..} Y.. {Y..}
D.. {D..} I.. {I..} G.. {G..} I.. {I..}
[Intro: kung fu samples]
"Take the sword! "
"The sword? "
"Come on, give me the sword! "
"You Wu-Tang... "
[Dexter Wiggles:]
Yo... here come the enemy
And what stands, and we will take...
For sure, the Lion of Judah stands within the way
Ready for the voices, to call out the other
Beware of the storm...
[60 Second Assassin:]
Our opponents upon the threat with the mighty Gigantor
I'm rippin' this shit to pieces like Skeletor
The editor, senator of all rap, competitors
Get this job done on the mic quicker than -
Financial or power, I attack with the sunshower
Get the new pres', the taste of God's power
Raining for forty days, burning for forty nights
Meteoroligists don't even pick up from the satelline
Coming a catastrophe, death of another M.C.
Killed by the legendary G-O-D, as in me
Now rest in peace, six feet beneath, subconsciously
Periodically, and wake up and be somebody
I swam the shores and cause the laws and I recall
The rise and fall, but now see I walk tall
Never needed a slugger, my rapping's like the mugging
I rough up then tough up, I leave your shit left for supper
Hush up your busted, you can't be trusted
Give me a break out there, foolin' the puppet
On with the subject, cause I'm tired of hearing this rubbish
Now get your stinking breath off the mic
"I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack"
[Leggezin Fin rappin' in foreign language]
[Leggezin Fin:]
We had 30 years of war, live hardcore
For our souls through the sky, alotta soldiers died
You can't ever be denied when, words are only option
Before you close an eye, guarantee you'll be poppin
Ninety-nine percent, muthafuckas straight dropping
Leaders get starting, AK's, ASK's
With the magazine that say, real Leggezin
Aiyo, that's what I mean, people pray for the day
Of a good well being, man cry in your genes
If you steppin' cleans, enemies gettin' low
So he spy enemies, gather fake shit, counterfeit
Try to make a profit, still I crimes up for the rise
To the market, so many people starving, die for nothing
I bring you little something, keep the streets bumping
Love forever
"Take the sword! "
"The sword? "
"Come on, give me the sword! "
"I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack"
"You Wu-Tang... "
[Crisis:]
Who serving us? The Knights is superb with this
We lyrical murderers, your nervousness got you shaking like turbulence
The game need nourishment, so we came to nourish it
Give you lames encouragement, just the name get perished quick
Black Knights, we far from good samaritans
Keep the crowd rocking, you keep 'em nodding like heroine
In the veins of an addict, disrespect, brains'll get splattered
You strained from being subtracted, inflicting pain is a habit
Killa Cali mentality, rob & sell drugs for a salary
Niggas can't handle me, bring static like Channel 3
On the M-I-C, or on the streets leave you like Can it Be
You got served by my first verse, for living in a fantasy
Yessir, like my nigga Pharell, for real
Niggas get killed, Black Knights, we destroy then build
[Christbearer]
Yeah, I make it all seem so simple
Rock the mic with my quintessential, fundamental
Killing them off, Christbearer the boss
The young Rick Ross on the freeway, yeah
I see the rats run the relay
Yeah, the judge, the jury, the prosecutor, the DEA
Yeah, Christbearer, he say
And he's an O.G. when he flex it, like it's suppose to be
The freestyle champ, keep it amped
Then, nobody in the camp gets served
When I swerve, Christbearer the king, I bring
The, fire, the rain, I touch 'em, insane
So psycho, yeah, I'm in the PJ's
In the projects, I go, insane
[Rugged Monk:]
Monk spit fact not fiction, my written is too forbidden
It be touched, to even bitten, you wack niggas submitting
Spit darts, rap it so accurate, pierce right through your hollow bones
Graphic clones, couldn't see me on the microphone
Pen and pad, line for line, bar for bar, you take a choice
Your courage is flattering, but your need couldn't come close
To the Rugged M-O-N-K, vivid lyrical wordplay
Display a chamber of rhymes, you couldn't match on your best day
I leave that ass wet like a dolphin, laid in a coffin
Compton's where I come from, and shit happen's often
What you know about a nigga dying, for natural causes
He got, hit in his neck, now that's natural for flossing
Even my girl say I'm stuck in my ways
Ever since back in the days, been thugging, dumping with K's
And I'm still at it, still slinging, word to them crack addicts
Still acting, still quick to keep the beef cracking
[5 Foot Hyper Sniper:]
My dosage of murder is a movie
3000 Miles to Graceland, alotta gun clapping, man
Chicks say Dre Street, the last man, specialist, man
I represents a crime family, nominated for Grammy's
Brooklyn Zu, up in the casino, chips like Bingo
Flights to Reno, my team's 'source' like Benzino
You 'supreme', we got 'clientele', more kings in jail
We so dangerous, we don't get bail
Judge wanna, let me rot in the cell
I got to escape like Alcatraz, I be on the run like Ol' Dirty Bast'
With a suitcase full of cash, royalties ever stash
And I got dough from paid shows
Like uptown, and Tonight at the Apollo
Dre Street, a tough act to follow, jumped out the Silverado
Fuck the fifty talent, ahh, bullets flying through the air
Like spirals on a football, like it was thrown by Brett Favre
"Take the sword! "
[Beretta 9:]
You should pray that I climb the ladder, instead of waving the wand
Having to abracadabra, he is no longer with us
I couldn't be any gladder, like the kid on Christmas
Who couldn't be any badder, got everything that I asked for
Including the six shooter, gloves with the hat and mask
And you was giving it up so, no reason to ask
And we be living it up, future, present and past
A bit of pimp in my strut, make it like I got class
Wine in the wine glass, fine bitch with a fine ass
And her friend too, the evil that men do
Just cause I got cash, will I figure I take two
Or maybe three of those, how we treat them hoes
"Take the sword! "
"The sword? "
"Come on, give me the sword! "
"You Wu-Tang... "
[Interlude: sample]
One hundred men co-operate to save ten lives
And ten men save one life and death
That has always been the way of the 108 Dragons
[The Reverend William Burk:]
Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword
Give your soul back to the church, son, give it back to the lord
Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword
Give your soul back to the church, give it back to the lord
You playing with them rooks, knights, bishops, kings
Queens, bishops, knights, rooks
Knowledge equal pawns, frontlines, jagged hooks
Gold shields, illest crooks for the boldest juks
We eating soul food, cooked good, now what's it shook
It took for one to see the pork without the pieces on it
It takes for one to grab the cross as if it's Jesus on it
It take for one to see the poor pit with the preacher's on it
It take for one to hear the system with no speakers on it
And still know that it's all there with the features on it
Like them Cadillacs with woofers and them tweeters on it
We in stadiums, the floors and the bleachers want it
In high school I even had my women teachers on it
[RZA:]
We keep diamonds in small packets like sunflower seeds
When my glock get a cold, it throws a gunpowder sneeze
Achoo, blow a fever at you non believers
I bet your cornerback won't intercept the receiver
Of this hundred meter bullet, trigger pull back when I pull it
A quarter inch, I clear the whole bench, I clear the whole field
And the building, your boy Bobby Steels been
Trapped in the projects, playing spades with the pilgrims
Now I"m back on O-R, aiyo, pa
The glock goes pop pop, now it's back tok the Alamo
"I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack, now
Because of it... "
"Take the sword! "
"The sword? "
"Come on, give me the sword"
[Outro: sample]
When a man wants to attract the female
The best way is to apply a musk perfume
But when a man uses a musk perfume
There are two important things he must be aware of
One; is that he will get the woman he wants
Even if she woudln't ordinarily succumb to his charms
The other is that his own special odor, his body's natural smell
Will change...
The very demon of revenge seeks divine guidance?
Haha, do you really think you can absolve yourself from sin?
By sculpting, stupid little toys?
Who-ho, now that's some shit you don't see everyday
You've fallen so far, coward
I've been watching you, can you even raise your sword?
Against another, where's the cold blooded killer, you once were
Do you no longer have the stomach to fight?
Will you remain a coward, even as your father suffers?
Oh, now, that just ain't nice
You don't have to listen to that shit
And you have such a long long way to go
To save your poor tortured father
I've almost revived his rotten bones
Oh he will live again, to feel pain
To suffer, and you don't even have the number two headband yet
So I have a few more days, or maybe even weeks
To enjoy your father's pain
Before you even have the right to challenge me
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
[Doc Doom:]
Oh how I love my a hundred spokes
Flossin and shit, California
Flossin on them gold ones
Black Knights
Old ones, I sold them
Sippin on a cold one, Rollin on them gold ones
The chrome was the old ones, I sold them
Can I get a drum roll please for my gold D's?
Hundred spoke Daytonas, wish we all could be California
Smokin bank in the corners in a black six-deuce
Hittin switches, dippin, switchin on that ackrite juice
Act like you, wan' try and take my D's
Watch how fast these slugs in this thang gon' leave
Watch how many holes in ya body it leaves
Watch how much pints of blood you bleed
May the fake thugs retreat, pop up barkin the heat
Caravanin nine-to-ten cars deep
Down the 'shaw where Knights is known to breakin laws
And if a bitch is ridin with me she's takin it off
Now get off ya job, if not bitch I'm layin you off
Cuz I guess the last nigga that you fucked with was soft
That ain't me, it cost just to floss with me
And how I love my a hundred spoke D's
[Chorus x3.5: Doc Doom]
Rollin, sippin on a cold one, Rollin on them gold ones
The chrome was the old ones, I sold them
[RZA:]
Up in a black bourbon tank labelled GMC
Smokin on a Newport long and PCP
Gat tucked in, easy pass, I'm low duckin
Dimepiece bird on the side I'm finger-fuckin
Bouncin off this deuce-deuces, fat like Polo gooses
Eighteen-inch woofers movin studio acoustics
Rim tri-star, chrome on my side-bar
Don't hate crab cuz I caught ya bitch eye par
Platinum grill, re-enforced solid steel
Superstar engine, force of an eighteen wheel
That'll crash through brick walls, smash intersections
Move through ya city escorted with police protection
Heated polished seats with back massages
You gotta know how to roll in more like Kenny Rogers
Tinted glass, PS2 plus Dreamcast
Smoke screens, blindin high blasts
GPS satellite navigation
Automatic lock doors drop jackers to the station
You got beef you get fed to Doc Doom
Goon, you can't fuck with Wu Killa Bee Clan platoon
I might get Holocaust to come and cough on you
My nigga Crisis might love to let one off on you
Or Rugged Monk rolls up another blunt
The great Digi goes and lures out another cunt
Cuz I be Rollin, Rollin, Rollin on them twenty-twos
Ain't got no money or love for you funny fools
Cuz I be Rollin, Rollin, Rollin on them twenty-twos
Sippin brews, packin tools for you funny fools
[Monk:]
I'm from the land of chaos where niggaz get shot for trippin
I caught a fool slippin on some D's, now I'm steady dippin
Cruisin, movin up the block cuz I'm the shit
Stick dick to hoodrats, make gangsta hits
I baptize my sticks, ice skate on seventeens
On the phone with five-oh, don't you love them D's?
While they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck the po-po's, I'm not turnin it down"
I love to floss as I toss up a fifth of that Crown
Bank corner after corners, watch all the ho's smile
Join the operator
This is hot potato
Maybe drop it now
Or try to drop it later
The innoculator - pop glock
Will stop a hater
Shell-shock a cop
My glock is dark as vader
Twisted bottle cap
Yamulke, harmonica salute
Goon, vidal sassoon, boom
I ain't gotta rap
Polish off the molotov cocktail
Felafel rocket launch weapon
Hold, plead the 5th
Cocaine in the pita pit
No name need to spit
Making sure kosha dillz really it
One man fight, might pop a wheelie kid
Just another guy, pray that my mother lie
Heavenly the day I day I better be
Walk the hinges from the feet up off the inches
9 milimeter off seal, I mean business
I mean business, see me for
Cock pistol, reload, shoot
Street money, cpr
Teach you scars, double down
3 new cards, no parole, max out
Killa, I eat through bars
New jersey journey pot
Wild turkey hershey spot
Watch out, til the block house
Nut house get shot out
Shout out a shout out to
Cop house, I got out
Back to the grill again
And a grill get knocked out
Fortified with vitamins from israel
To fight your lands, kosha dillz
In fighting stance, killa man
With mic in hand
Join the operator
This is hot potato
Maybe drop it now
Or try to drop it later
The innoculator - pop glock
Will stop a hater
Shell-shock a cop
My glock is dark as vader
Gotta be hood to love it
All throughout the suburbs
Get heard like it's rubbish
Get blood spilled, sidewalks
With drugs and some slugs lit
Blocks where the bloods is
Some niggas on some cause shit
Gutter biz, that's that beef smell
In the alleyway
Murder rate, yellow tape
Another way the? is played
With a stomach growl in place
Can't make the hunger stop
Same? hungry block
It's that white game, dice game
And I'm a spot shorties
Between the brides, already
Youngest that could run a block
This is where they dump a shot body
In that dumpster
Hood life, this that scene where
The fiends live the hooked life
Hard white, cooked right
They searching for that good price
This that scene where
The fiends live the hooked life
Hard white, cooked right
[Intro: RZA]
Hahahahaha, Steels...
You bout to catch this vick
Yo, you bout to catch this vick
[RZA:]
Old sad ballads and gun permits was invalid
Raspberry vinegar, red dripped in spinach salad
Sippin' bitches, Cabanet grape, steaming halibat steak
Gold plate is stainless, four forks scrape the single plate
Chased by a shot of Scotch whiskey, brew brisky
For sixty years, misty bottles of Crysty in the freezer
Red twist leaf, melted in spliffy, Cali blunt piff
Now we lifty, MC dread head, split up and smoke swiftly
Then if we empty the safe we can all catch fifty
Vanna piece put eighty five in jewelry
Two sixty in deep, a half a gallon Digi
When dog mentioned hingie, then when they tempted me
All up a nine milli', I brought my wild cousin Billy
This fucking Wu hater, from off of Decatur
Bout to get smacked silly, Kinetic was like
Yo, Bobby, don't act illy, let me handle this shit
We rolled the candle sick spliff, we hopped inside the whip
And through the gear on shift, about to catch this vick
[Chorus x2: RZA]
It's the season of the vick, bitch, you getting hit up
With so much weight, so much lead, you won't be able to get up
[RZA:]
Yo, kick in the door, spit a lungie at him, son, tried to bungie
Grab 'em, through 'em on the floor, smacked 'em, my dudes bout to stab 'em
Bitch was in the bathroom, screaming, hot bubble batch, steaming
You can tell from her face, she just finished swallowing semen
Shut the fuck up, open the safe up, no time to waste up
Heard you been hating on Wu-Tang, we should burn your fucking place up
He was like 'Yo, Bobby Steels, chill, for real, please spare me'
Billy put the gun to his face like 'Bobby, go 'head, try to dare me'
I was like 'Nah, son, chill, ain't necessary'
His bird was in the backround, still singing like a canary
Told 'em, open up the safe or prepare for the mortiuary
When the gun starts to click, and we spit, that crazy scary
Open it up, it was filled with drugs and jewelry and cash
And me, oh, I simply grabbed the Digi
Tied 'em up and gagged up, duct tape and paper bagged him
Him and his bitch, in the whip, yup, we back in the magnum
Return to the dread spread, gave him his cut of the bread
Rumor has it, Billy duffed them other cuts with dead
Bodododododo...
Killa Beez control the set, Shaolin Island where you at?
Medina...
East coast just hold your set
West coast just hold your set
Dirty south just hold your set
Mid West just hold your set
Nano nano, my fammo, pop more love than Soprano
Carry ammo like Rambo, blow like Tony Montano
Timberlands with no sandals, started off like black Sambo
Talking ham bone, ham bone, having you heard, that we switched the channel
On the neck is gray flannel, Gucci cheese wit the camouflage
Haagen-Dazs Milano cookies, too hard to handle
Pepperidge Farm distinctive, Godfather like Brando
You, download my flow, on your iPod Nano
Nano nano, from Austin, tea parties in Boston
Spot that dot in your eye, you not a G til I cross 'em
Shaolin Island how your set
East coast just hold your set
West coast just hold your set
Dirty south just hold your set
There's no need to cry ya'll, I gauge out your eyeballs
Your family's like 'why ya'll', there's blood on the white wall
The streets wrapped in white sheets, be strapped to my right knee
Twenty feet gorilla niggas, rolling, looking just like me
The jakes came to ID, I don't carry I.D.
You being fed through the vein wit the IV
In your head you're like 'why me', in the bed is where I be
Oh man, between the legs of a dime piece
Tongue kiss her scented breast, her best friend is behind me
Camcorder on WiFi, recorded in widescreen
Sent it to the iJack, to the people on my team
Killa Beez shine, I don't need no bling bling
East coast just hold your set
West coast just hold your set
Shaolin Island hold your set
Medina hold your set
East coast just hold your set
Mid West just hold your set
Dirty south just hold your set
Medina, where you at?
East coast just hold your set
Killa Beez control the set
Shaolin Island, where you at?
Medina, where you at?
Mid West just hold your set
Dirty south just hold your set
Shaolin just hold your set
Medina, where you at?
Boogie Down...
Killa Beez control the set
Shaolin Island, where you at?
My woman, and my money, don't own me...
I've got to, keep holding, my own
Heaven, heaven...
The dangerous dynamite dosage, mind full of explosives
Digital brain is the closest to Moses
Civilizing came, the flame inside the hoister
Revitalize the game, the names on the poster
The mask with no cape, the flash'll crush grapes
The dancer on the lap, the ass wit no face
It's shaped like an ace, say your grace before you taste it
Haste makes waste, slow down or you ain't wait
The bunny in the car look like an Indian squall
The honey's in the jar, the money's in the bra
It's funny hahaha, how dummies, hahaha
Think cuz we call 'em sunny, they can be a star
I implement the instrument, disintegrate the 10 percent
You entered the square, but you don't know where the circle went
You ain't worth the cent, you cursed, I Birthed the Prince
Drenched the baby from creators that the nurses sent
You can't still convent, don't have seven cents
Grave the raven, my birds are heaven sent
Where the brethren went? where the Reverend went?
I told you these words are heaven sent
It's time to show you how them rugged MC's rock
If that's steel you see, it's that steel I pop
If that Benz I walk, it's that Benz I cop
Who rock them white tees first, get a West Cost props
Can't nobody it better than, the West Coast veteran
Three six letterman, Monk's the name
Black Knights the gang, I'll ignite the flames
Strike my hood up on the wall, and cross out your name
With a K on the end of it, that won't be the end of it
Til them guns is drawn, and you standing on the end of it
Poof be gone, I'mma write that wrong
I'm the shit all by myself, nobody writes my song
Peep my technique, strictly gangsta classics
Gun talk, nigga, muthafuck theatrics
My flow is matchless, ain't no way you can surpass this
Level I'm on, better go home, and try to practice
Why yes, am I next to impress
D-T-S, bless the best, no cess
Stress, from guess to gold press
The quest to protest, we head the Pro Keds
But this is the new improved shit
It's been a long time coming..
Days, days are turning to nights now
They said... they said I'd be okay
But when I hear those church bells ringing
I begin to pray for today might be my dying day
The great mind, surpass space and time
Seven plains of energy, interlace combine
Five conscious stages, stand up courageous
Change your plurality, seek mental clarity
Ziplock off the chronic, kissed it, then I twist it
Build on today's mathematic ballistics
I walk with the utmost honorable respect
It's a quick locked secret, so Protect Ya Neck
This is full metal jacket, ain't about that gossip
Nope, you get your face all over the bicep
Go out the closet, you slimey sausage
Six degrees of luxury, with no deposit
They said a friend be sub blanked, a plane be sub tanked
A gat be sub shanked, look, I just hit jackpot
A hundred mil to the bank
The continent splitter, the dominant figure
The mathematician who calculated God from nigga
The Zig Zag Zigga, who civilize the wigga
My vigorous attack on the track, slice a thousand giga
Bytes of information, in one line, how sometime
Use the sky for a blanket, then I bathe in sunshine
Nine conquer bonds and nine wives, nine lives
Nine grands sit on my side, we carry nine knives
Eighteen strikes from Low Hand, ain't no man
Can withstand the blow, from the Wu-Tang Clan
I answer many questions of life, without asking
Breath in the stench of death, without gasping
Fasting and praying, while you laughing and playing
I am fast in my mind, to attachment what we came in
And go through the river of life, I stay floating
Live a hundred twenty degrees without quoting
I have no fascination with Satan, no relation to probation
I'm the sun sitting still, while you trapped in rotation
Every rebel's creation, every thought has been ovation
One demonstration, we civilized a whole entire nation
Attract a generation, who's built with elimination
Of wickedness and sickness, we striving for the bliss
We rising up our fists, five stage of consciousness
Keeping our promises, master our circumference
Yeah, I'm back
Sometimes, you think you bout to lose it all
But it's actually, the point that you made it all
It seems like life is gonna pass me by
But now I'm reborn to a new chance, a new opportunity
A life has just begun...
And if we having a good time, but wasting your time
Seven plains of energy must interlace and combine
And all praises due to the Most High...
Mommy... Daddy...
It's the Killa Beez....
[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
[U-God:]
Yo yo
I was born with this magnet, warned by the dragnet
About my dirty habits, I got to have it, the super-glow
Deuce Bigelow - Male Gigolo
Gold hands crush Coke cans and Michelobs
Style is Nino, black Benzito, Valentino
Nine needles - voice; evil steelo
Hit, like the bull, more pull than Magneto
Crush kilos with my bare hand, reload the Eagle
Nine dirty strikes, leaped up off all you people
Burn therapy, chemo, seap hoes
See you through the peephole - in the crime lab
Countin Ginos, cut-tin dime slabs
Then he bagged up Chino, rushed through the crowd with a hee-ho
Slapshots, jackpots, and pe-nnals
Throw graffiti on the wall, throwin up Reemo
Gambino three dice, headcrack Cee-Lo
In ya earhole, let the snare roll go low
Lower than low, lower than zero
Who's your rhymin heroes? *heavy breathing*
("Killa beeeeeeeeeeees?")
[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
[Bobby Digital:]
Bzzzz.. you hear the hornet, you ducks don't want it
I dogs blast turbo, supersonic
Hats off, welcome back, whipe the sweat off
Bobby Digital, half-man and half-cyborg
NY City, home of the fly bitties
With high-heel shoes and tattoos on side titties
Shorties swallow up the apple cider
Ra' doin a buck forty in the yellow Spyder
With the black interior, my mack superior
to your theory of gats, up in the cafeteria
I used to cut class and bang lunch tables
With four finger weaves and long chunky gold cables
Now I'm known to smack drum machines, carry +Guillotines+
Watch my bullets scream ("Pheeewwwwww!") and hit the target
You can't trace the path of air for Richard Starlett
[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
[Inspectah Deck:]
It's the return of the bad boy, the mic Sean Penn
Floss gems across the globe with my nine Sourceman
At a speed that excedes your convertible Benz
From a distance you glimpse, supernocular lens
Stay hotter than a ex-con dodgin the pens
Killa Squadron, known to start a popular trend
And the emblem, symbolize the wisdom
certifies the platinum, magnifies the stardom
Shots bust at random, wake you out your boredom
Kings of our kindom, reppin from our hoodlums
Gotta whip them problems, cuz yo we step on toes
Bangin heads knockin teeth loose, welcome to the pros
Flash quiz, do that nigga handle his biz?
I spin a song like Michael and Diana in the Wiz
The rough shit, I bust it for the republic
Government, you ain't lovin it, whatchu fuckin wit?
Manifesto, light it like a techno club
Outside I don't expect no love
Man this grip, make the fans flip, don't chance it
Cop the goods, while my hundred hoods run rampid
[Hook: Suga Bang Bang]
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
You're no warrior, ya can't bang like us
You're no warrior, ya not so devious
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (RZA) {Method Man}]
Word (These mothafuckin' niggaz, man)
Yeah, I hear that, you got that shit, right?
(Yeah, I got it) Lemme hear it
(I'ma two-way Sunn back right now
Next time she show up right on time for this shit)
Word, no doubt
(Better stop smokin' on that shit)
Fuck that, hey, don't do it with him
(Whatever)
Yo yeah, lemme get that mothafucka's sayin' on this, nigga
(Yeah, niggaz be buggin' in here
Nigga don't speak no fuckin' English, word?)
You get me everything? (I got you a cheese joint)
{Diamond buscuits, mothafucka!}
[Break: Method Man (RZA) {Prodical}]
Now let's see, we don't get down like that
See, he holds his own, haha, he holds his own
Haha, he holds his own (Bank!)
(John Blizzy) {Straight like that}
He holdin' twenty on this
(Ghost Deini) {Uh-huh! Yeah!}
(ShaCronz) {The invincible, baby)
Bad boys (Suga Bang) {It's like that!}
(D-Digi!)
[Method Man (Prodical):]
Spontaneous combustion got niggaz lustin'
Fuckin' with this head bustin' track spanker
Decaffinator, crab sinker, twenty-five
Tryin' to live to see my forty acher, before I die
Immaculate conceptions like loaded weapons
Shootin' up ya rap session in mere seconds (Bluh! Bluh!)
Ya whole style is undressin'
Try to hide yaself behind the R&B; section
And got spotted, fuckin' with them fake artists who make garbage
Now ya like a human target with no direction
And no protection, rap nigga assed out and no question
Dead and buried, we holdin' like the military
Fuck Dog Shit, hide-out beats and hot cherries
On virgin mic's, style very cri-Tical
By any means necessary, mad lyr-ical
The Ghostrider, want vengeance on you style biters
Ya whole sect got you gassed 'til I sparked the lighter
And burnt that ass like Dhalsim in Street Fighter
I play the shadows, scopin' out you lime lighters and Desperados
[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang (RZA) {Prodical}]
Killa Beez is ridin' East to West, baby
See our twenties spinnin' on our trucks, baby
Diamonds, Cubans hangin' from our neck, baby
Come on, come on
[Interlude: RZA {Prodical}]
{Baby cuz It's Not a Game}
You see them mothafuckin' twenty-inch chromes spinnin'?
{Rocked out, baby, ice hangin'}
[Ghostface Killah (RZA):]
Bailed out from drugs, almost retired from bubblin'
Hammers was the guns under the rug, lift off my publishin'
Jet to Miami, I chuggle-lug the beat
Fiends beepin' me, I erase and delete (Come on)
Surrounded my palm trees and sound-proof condos
Tryin' out Spanish foods, Roberto's bangin' bongos
Do whatever, crackin' down weather, it means nice
Walkin' down the strip, these fat niggaz broke the ice
Drive it in a host, the trucks, the gate's wide open
A square box fell out, I'm hopin' it be coke and
I snatched it, dipped into a parkin' lot and wrapped it
See diamonds, pearls, rubies, gems, covered with acid
Heavens to mega-troid, infants'll know I'm paranoid
What she goes through, I'm on a next flight to St. Croix
Sneaker boy and Genius, I heard he struck oil
Him and Masta Killa own Fox and mad loyal
[Chorus: last two lines only]
Diamonds, Cubans hangin' from our neck, baby
Come on, come on
[Interlude: RZA {Prodical}]
{The finest, baby, the finest}
(You see them Linx hangin'?)
[ShaCronz:]
Yo, yo
You know I rarely fight, I keep heat plus I'm very nice
I run with two-eighties on me like Jerry Rice
I fuck with many birds, not the canary type
I've seen a lot of happy days and scary nights
My click hotter than fish grease, kids be diss-free
Most of these labels can't handle this heat
I love new twat, scrap ho's on a few blocks
When my hate grows I let the tools pop
A lot of these rap niggaz be fast to plea
Raw cook up, Got the Hook-Up like Master P
F.G., we don't talk, nigga, fast to squeeze
Walk up and let a hundred shots crash ya V
The first to pull out, the first to body somethin'
I got all the heat all the shorties in ya lobby pumpin'
Them dudes you standin' with probably frontin'
Killa Bee Gang got that shit that keep ya hottie jumpin'
What?
[Chorus x2]
[Interlude: RZA {Prodical}]
{Straight like that, baby, it's nuttin' less, K.B., baby
Don't forget it, C.C.F.}
You see the shits spinnin'?
Come on, nigga! {Clamp on, baby} Come on!
Yo, yo, tell them niggaz, son
What? What?
You see the shits spinnin'? {Yeah}
Shit hangin', son, they hangin' {Better catch it}
Come on! Come on!
[Outro: Prodical (RZA)]
Straight gangsta
(Yo, you've just been experiencin'
Wu-Tang Killa Beez - The Sting)
Explosive, baby, comin' at you
(Y'all mothafuckas know..
The next chamber's the mothafuckin' weather)
One, two, it's the Brooklyn zoo
Three, four, nigger shut your door
Five, six, nigger get your shit
Seven, eight, you gonna lay...
One, two, it's the Brooklyn zoo
Three, four, nigger shut your door!
I make money, money don't make me
I squeeze them honeys, hater don't hate me
I keep my money in the... bank
Fuck her safe...
I ain't your average rapper
I ain't your average camper
I'm on some new shit, and you can get adapter
I had it wrapped in here, I had it wrapped...
But nigga, put your... this year!
Chorus:
I know a lot of ya'll niggas can't get it right
Just can't get it right, just can't get it right!
No niggas, just can't get it right, just can't get it
Just can't get it right!
Wrong guns like the... to hold shower curtains
I'm in the club, watch...
Time to leave, and these two girls is saying something
Cross the Brooklyn bridge, now a niggar... fucking
Pop a... watch the purses
You better believe, I'm holding like the service
... proof suburbans, two more suburbans
Bodyguards rock...
Put me now...
Chorus:
I know a lot of you niggas can't get it right
Just can't get it right, just can't get it right
No niggas, just can't get it right, just can't get it
Just can't get it right!
Born and... no definition
... fuck the composition!
Eliminate indoors who are fake as my decision
I send the Holy Marry to your God not convert you to religion
If the sky had eyes he could see the pussyness
And all you... tender love and business, God
I can see the future... and all your flaws
... start seeing the weakness, nigga is terrified
Listen, I fed a pig to a savage
Then he jumped like rabbit... in a hoop then he caught...
Chorus:
I know a lot of you niggas can't get it right
Just can't get it right, just can't get it right
No niggas, just can't get it right, just can't get it
Digital, Bobby Digital, Wu Tang, Killer Bees
It's all about Bobby, I'm floatin' in your galaxy
You fallin' down a endless tunnel of doom reality
Grahically, my Killer Bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin' Guinness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still deceases kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin' my name
Holocaust, black man, loose veins, littered with thorns
Back smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs
Strike three, mics flee, I infect 'em with green germs, ringworm
'Cuz I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
Stop graftin' me, chump ass niggaz eyein' me, temp me
I'll break it simply, I'm horrifyingly empty
Spittin' darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hideout
Rock crush or German suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave or your lab
Get stabbed in bloody bath
While, I'm sippin' herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus
Got Oscar nominee, MC's stuck to my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While, Bobby's throwin' razor CD's like Ninja Stars
Chick, chick, chick, chh
Yo, yo, dropped down a manhole, yo
I rap ammo, blows out your candle, check, yo
Dropped down a manhole, I rap ammo
Blows out your candle, have Wu Tang tagged up
On your tombstone by Jandel
Release the info, 4 4, increase your heart tempo
Scared your ass, you jumped through a closed window
To a hundred beats per a second, my mic's secret weapon
Infertiate your style to that of Led Zeppelin
Encyclopedia Britannica, Hanna Barbera, world of superest incher
Couldn't give a proper word on the scripture of my manner
You're just a flicker to my inferno, we burn for eternal
MC's delight popcorn, we poppin' every curnel
Jot us in your journal, we hot like a thermal
Nuclear explosion, under my control of your country
[Incomprehensible]
My technique, he vocabulary freak
Recite for state, my divine is like Dante's Peak
At most, you'll be trapped off in PatMoss
Get smacked in the back of your neck with the black toast
King Cobra, back blew back and bare foot
On the roof dusted out, waitin' for carriers
Poppin' like Orville Redd'n Bocker or Betty Crocker
The pop secret is the forty five glock popper
Control men like rats that's controlled by Ben or Willis
American Express privileges, blood spillage
We got more balls then village
Star spangled banner, soldier stand up
Cobra commander, stop the propaganda
Thirty shot banana clip, full loaded
Radar scanners get decoded
Digital warfare torments your head, eye's bloated
Nexus floated, poison darts quoted
American eagle stingin' up blue Beetle Bailey
On the wine mixed with Hennessey daily
Keep thee scaly, Israeli niggaz from the clan
We bide the Omish that'll harness the promised land
Yo, yo, yo, you can't escape from the Dr. of Doom
My lyrics bloom on bafoons and take flight like witches brooms
That full moon on all you dumb, dumbs
Watch your filthy rise away like soap scum
The warlord swingin' flamin' swords just like a shogun
Of the darkness, my scriptures cause arches like flamin' archmen
My Killer Bee sting remains accurate like a marksman
So, tape with caution, we attack like Black Martians
Corner of the market, by usin' digital strategies
Reefer sparks my acid battery, y'all, niggaz flatter me
With all that tough talk, I drop bombs like Mookie Blaylock
From the outside or the inside, create intense rides
When my pen glides, all MC's will get they heads flied
For talkin' shit, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pit
Killer Bees must reign supreme throughout the continent
We conquered it, motherfuckers
Aiyo, aiyo, the beat terminal, exquisite young coolie high production
Caught up in the hollow head suction
Ten pogo sticks, two black belts that break bricks
Diet Coke meetin's with the rich
I'm faithfully married to rap
We've been engaged for twelve years
Tyson bite Holyfield ear
We love the sport, look out your window
Now see, pull up to say, y'all be amazed me
Tony Starks, spaceship, ran by a daughter's cellar
Only man out, walked through hell
Dick swingin' like shit went well
Call it the Mighty Joe Young
Double swirl slush, Wonder Woman, sapphire shit with the pearls
It looked real nice, yo, heavy on the gravy
Third, bag a secretary in the glaze, he tagged eighty words
From whirl winds to whirl pools
Openly see, wise the earth spin
Sunny dance with the serpent
Who shot JJ and it's my bone
The same nigga ridin' the train
Same nigga with his name on the jacket
Switch to chaseable, inhaled the bad bag of that Jason
Fell out twice in the basement, straight up and down, y'all
Ahh... love is love... yeah...
Digi, Digi, bong, bong, banging you long
Whop, pop, who pop, then bang bang boom
Shabobalee, shabizzy..
Good night, here's your kiss
Sleep well and make a wish
Don't be scared, I won't bite
I keep you warm, and hold you tight
Your dynamite antics, drove me to your magic
Merrily down the stream, you got me going frantic
Enchanted by your kiss, the apple's gigantic
In your Atlantic abyss, I'mma sink my Titanic
Granted your wish can be captured on candid camera
Oh shit, I got to pamper you
With this hand-trick gambit, open handed
Edible panties, no need for the hamper
We can spread out on the floor like Pampers
Chanting Karma Sutra, you got me speaking Spanglish
Mamacita, fuck semantics
God damn it, you understand it?
I'm about to blow like somebody pushed the panic
You fever the gene that Yacub sub-planted
Shape and mold ya body just like ceramics
Big valley rodeo style, above to stand with
Dream, dream, cream, cream
Legs open, I'm in between
You quench and scream, I split your gene
My chi, my yi, my shit, my jig
My lee, my con, crown me Kong King
Bottles of Ginseng, Jamaican ting
Wood root, it's the ultra sheen
Your flower being blossomed, pollinate like Spring
Love, love, love is in the air, fireplaces, winter time
Bottles of wine, cuddled up with a friend of mine
She a dime, and in her physical prime
So every time we grind, she get a chill up her spine
Sign is Virgo, she from Chicago
She like my slow flow, and like my turbo
I'm like yo, we can burn the herbal
I got the purple, and you in my circle
By them hips I can tell she fertile
So I'mma take my time and as slow as a turtle
And I like her verbals, that wine she gurgle, got her acting terrible
And that ass is durable, had her bent over in the Bentley convertible
The girl was beautiful, my flow was surgical, and now I'm preferable
When tonight chime, I taste your kiss
I make a wish, for you
When tonight chime, I feel your kiss
I make your dreams come true
She was gorgeous, wit an ass that make you cum fast like Porsches
Face look like a portrait, body like a fortune
Mills in small bills, and tar heels, flexing sex appeal
Got my mind pondering, wandering how the sex would feel
First to kill she'd be an assassin, main part of her attraction
Was a chance to fast, stopped her and asked her name
Compliment of the elegance, she blushed, respond with intelligence
Her scent was heaven sent
Offered me a drink, beautiful with dead presidents
A few drinks later, we back at her residence
Surprised, in 35, I was deep between her thighs
[Intro: Miko the Pharoah (Christbearer)]
Yeah, North Star, what? (Yeah, ye-yeah)
(Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ye-yeah) What? What? What?
(Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ye-yeah) What? What? What?
(Ye-yeah, ye-yeah, ye-yeah) Christbearer
Ye-yeah
[Christbearer (Meko the Pharaoh):]
Christbearer make 'em all fall down
'Til they kneal and get the feelin, Motherless and Heaven-bound
(Heaven-bound)
Don't ask me why I chase the cat
Or do the dog-catcher with a rat 'til the dog spawn crack
Killa Beez attack with D's on the Lex and the cleavebacks
With Siamese macks (Long Beach)
Now girls, release the hounds
We impeach, that Caprice the ground (Yeah)
Beat up all dragons, but we unleashin now
Run the beast through towns 'til the beef is ground (North Star)
Now, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
And sweet baby James in the black flames
With the Carolina in my mind, searchin for a rhyme
Came back with the black sunshine
And fuck ya friends, all of them come and go (Yeah)
And they never come to see you when ya money gets low (Low)
Then let the record show that you could never love a ho
In debt to treat the baddest bitches like so-so (so-so)
I'm from the N-O-R-T-H where niggaz is forged to G cakes
With the three eight's, sedate, niggaz that caught a gate (What?)
See people make the world rotate
And I give 'em God in the flesh, the ass to test the vest
Stress and manifest success
I make 'em all say, "Yes", impress and address
The G.P. like L.S.D. (Uh-huh)
I'm a take you out way out (way out) where ya never been before
Into the coke and they laid out
Hittin California corners in the legs
Hittin Tony Romma's with the police on us (on us)
(One) And I don't give a fuck about the cops
With Mac in the peanut cups, spendin the high rise
[Doc Doom (Meko the Pharaoh):]
Gangstas make the world go round (Long Beach)
North town, Comp-town, puttin it down, Cali bound
We smoke, we joke, in the city of dogs and locs
Don't get ya pass revoked
[Shyheim:]
We smack niggaz like you and tell 'em, "Go get ya gun"
As far as I'm concerned you could suck dick and swallow cum
I'm God-son, the rose of salvation
Product of the ghetto, I'm the street's creation
I'm move like vampires, only at night
Hand grip like pliers on the glock with rapid fire
Goin haywire, I stab a nigga 'til my arm gets tired
[Solomon Childs:]
Thugz make the world go round, bloodhounds
Body Brighton town, Now Born town
Staple-town, Park Hill bloodhounds
Thugz make the world go round, world go round
[12 O'Clock:]
I'm Brooklyn bound, I break ya ass down
Hardcore type sound that vibrates the whole ground
Around and around, where I stop, no one know
But if I'm comin ya way, best bet to get ghost
Champagne to toast, all cheers to this host
I rock coast to coast, any state that I approach
When catch the blast of a blunt of a Philly
I get crazy stupid, I got more bodies than Billy
The kid drops rhymes with a mind like Einstein
Never the swine, I love my family cause they mine
Check out my shit when I slam from my lips
It's never no riff cause my people come thick
It's 12 O'Clock in effect gettin wreck
See I pack a Tec if some beef on ya projects
Nevertheless, I rock and roll like Elvis
Stay fresh dipped from the feet to the pelvis
Thugz make the world go round, world go round
[Christbearer:]
Gangstas make the world go round, world go round
[Solomon Childs:]
Thugz make the world go round, world go round
[Doc Doom:]
Gangstas make the world go round, world go round
[Meko the Pharaoh:]
Meko the Pharaoh shootin down niggaz with black arrows
A soldier from the Wild Wild West
Rollin through city streets in a North Star vest
Funny niggaz get scared as fuck quick
Cause they man didn't learn to duck shit
Now that nigga's duck sick, from the flick of the wick
Media 'vict, deep shit
Women and man starts to happily flip
When I grab the mic grip, start tossin up shit
Y'all niggaz never thought North Stars would make it
Now ya gettin mad when ya girl starts to shake it
And Wu-Wear, the Wu-World Order
North Stars wet niggaz' ass like toilet water
Cause gangstas make the world go round
Gangstas make the world go round, world go round
[12 O'Clock:]
Thugz make the world go round
Thugz make the world go round, world go round
[Christbearer:]
Gangstas make the world go round
Gangstas make the world go round, world go round
[Solomon Childs:]
Thugz make the world go round
Thugz make the world go round, world go round
[Monk:]
Gangstas make the world go round
Gangstas make the world go round, world go round
[Shyheim:]
Thugz make the world go round
[Chorus: Thea]
Oh whoa, these tears that I've had
They here, have no, word
Then roll, each time each pain
I fell insane
[RZA:]
Fury in my eyes, sword on my side
Escape death to become immortalized
Afro on my head, the black Samurai
Number One, I bring a whole nation alive
I'm the leader of the Clan, you can tell from the headband
Spirit of God, become one inside man
Except all challengers, leave 'em in bandages
Sword won't ceist til my enemy vanishes
[Chorus 2: Thea]
And so your tables have turned
Only now with you and I've burned
Were these sweet memories?
In the rain
[RZA:]
Yo, I'm the master of disaster, no one swing a sword faster
I warned you, the'll be tears after the laughter
Now I'm 30 years, after the rapture
War blood will be spilt, we start a new chapter
Fury in my eyes, sword on my side
Afro on my head, I'm a black Samurai
Number One, I bring my whole nation alive
Escape death, to become immortalized
[Chorus]
[Chorus 2]
[RZA:]
Yo, yo, dogs out to chase these cats, in the jungle
Rats wanna snatch that cheese, in the jungle
Bears want honey from bees, in the jungle
Birds wanna nest in the trees, in the jungle
Squirrels try'nna catch a nut, in this jungle
Pigs wild around in the muds, in this jungle
Lions on the hunt for the beef, in these jungles
Hyena roll around thirty deep, in these jungles
Try'nna snatch ice from the penguins, while I'm stingling
I see shorty wop, she got those ill rings jingling
They jingling, baby, I heard Ringling
Barnum & Bailey was in this place, shit is crazy
What's a man to do in this jungle?
Live life on the hunt full, in the jungle
When hamsters come and try to snatch a crumb from you
What a man 'pose to do, in this jungle?
If you can talk to animals in this jungle
Would you allow the slouth to come amongst you
Would you break bread, or instead
Get the thirty-thirty scope and put one in your head
Put one in the head...
The body is a vehicle for the mind
You realize that your body, is basically vacumnin that space
Into somethin from within this body
This is why the air must come in, every breath
Look at - I say look at ODB, okay
A free man for real, knahmsayin?
His his expression of freedom, his what he wanted to do
It was VERY free, one out of a million people
Could deter him, from an idea, y'knahmean?
Blade ready to die?
I was born ready mother fucker
Daywalker
Yo... yo...yo
Its the feast of the blood was in
Unleash the beast within
I walk around with the strenght of 100 men
You besta run before i count to ten
Blood drippin from my k9 like a fountan pen
It seems that ive been asleep for 1000 years
The way my world has changed it bring me 1000 tears
Prince of darkness that walks through the rays of light
To this beat of empire of the portal type
The shape shifter mirrior image flash photo type
The ever lastin indiginal red blato type
he is born perfect and just like the great white shark
This guy has never had to evolve
Daywalker
Try to do as my name thats fatal
Tried to claim my fame but thats fatal
About to bring the pain thats fatal
Bite through your jugular vain thats fatal
Daywalker
Come on walk with me
Your not immortal i must have heard hundrends of you rodents
Make the same claim each one of them tasted the end of my sword
I stike back with avengence
The father of decendents
And i cant be deflected by your silver cross pendents
Blow the holy water you make the false images
Must wait for the signal ahhhh your life damenishes
Sing like the scorpian
Strike with the force of ten
My blood is going to revatilize the corpse of men
And the last thing the sayed theyd never walk again
The blind, deaf and dark will talk again
True mizza-Mast' on the triz-nack
Bob Digi back for a snack
Kinetic 9 in the biz-nack
Raekwon got the triz-nap
We be ridin' fast cars
Weed all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my stash box
Gats burst off, thugs take their shirts off
Five niggaz drop off, before I got the verse off
Pop go the glock, wipe the fuckin' smirf off
Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise
SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A&P;
On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate
No caffeine, but the submachine gun will perculate
Rikki Tikki Tavi, ya'll niggaz Duck Daffy
Get fucked like Daphne, stuck like the taxi
Drivin' through the hill at night to the weedspot
I got two hands but I'm known to carry three glocks
B-O-B-B-Y, niggaz see I, only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi
Used to break days smokin' coke and digi
'Til I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk like Bill Bixby
Face green, knuckles burst out like Wolverine
Should I rip this bitch pussy or go pull a sting?
Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, ya'll niggaz know me
Wrap niggaz in sheets, fold 'em like the roll singing
Sick silky six syllable stanza
Slap simple sadiddies swine sleazy Samantha
She blowin' up my horn, bitch ain't try'n to answer
Bobby Digital, Zodiac sign: Cancer
Yo... yo.. yo..
Yo this is P. Tone, 5 minutes from the Park Hills, Staten Isle
I do bad, only when the Mack good to stay balanced
You shoot me? I shoot you, best bet's to finish me
cuz if not, if I get the chance, I'm do you
Your shit all off the hood, the clips go buckin' me good
The shells get stuck in the wood, Starks is a veteren (uh-huh)
Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, darts is his medicine
Y'all can't build me, your technique's Ecederin
Look, I will take my time in the bushes, right
Paid up people no mind like I'm crooked, right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin' right
He on the floor, tell his grams, "yo I seen the light"
The red car it just pulled off like Un Hall was drivin' the joint
Faster than ya had ya the fifth smokin' lookin' moist
I ain't know what to do so I told the boys
I'm not a sucker look, y'all mothafuckin' made noise
Ice Water exclusive, Bob Digi
Kinetic 9, Killa Beez
Straight up, Raekwon the Chef
Bizza-bizza-O Di-di-Dirty Bas-stard
Gizza-gizza-ga-gizza-gizz-ga-Ghostface Killah, Killah, Killah
The GZA, The Genius
Mizza-mizza-mizza M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Straight up, Masta Killa
The Inspectah Deck, U-G-O-D
Bobby, I'm tired of yo' shit, nigga!
I'm tired of you comin' in at 3 o'clock in the fucking mornin'
(Yo, yo, yo, yo)
Nigga, you got a family here
You act like you don't fuckin' know that shit
(Check)
(Yo, yo, yo)
Nigga, what the fuck?
(Yo, yo, yo, yo)
Digital, these niggas should be crazy
(Growin' up in crazy Cali)
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
(Yo, yo, yo)
Bedstuy, this is my life
(Yo, yo, yo)
A Brooklyn baby, I was born up in King's County
Inside the womb seven months before the Queen found me
Up in wroughty Brownsville with fiends around me
Now roam gat in Staten with cream team around me
They called me Bobby, cousin, really got the black Harley
Taught his son how to spike cats like Lee Harvey
Oswald, all's well that ends well
My big brother Divine, he pushed the Benz well
I got the cherry Range, broke and rockin' heavy chains
I'm from the tribe of men who would bury Kings
On the back of the A-train, my daydream
Should I make a phat hit or should I take cream?
From the Clan that taught you Cash Rules
I make soul grind tracks, you grab ass too
Give respect to the Prince when he pass through
Might have a chocolate deluxe in a glass shoe
Cousin Billy, known to strap the black Uzi
Two-two in front of the Jakes like Jack Ruby
Live on TV where you see B-O-B-B-Y
D-I-G-I-T-A-L, A-L, things ain't too well
Digital, these niggas should be crazy
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
Bedstuy, this is my life
Digital, these niggas should be crazy
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
This is how I live my life
(Yeah)
Peace Lafyetee, Stuyvesant, Malcolm X
Shot dice on green, we live from Calasky y'all
It's Fred Glassy, zig-zag-zig through traffic
Get the herb, get the God, peace Ra'
What's the word on things?
Through the phone I heard the bangin' sounds
In the background, layin' down
I'm spittin' what the people missin'
We extreme with the murder type theme
Don't sleep, get ya head split to the white meat
Big guns, down South we blaze
Shippin' bodies back up North, it's the Weston
Wild Texan, no trespassin'
Long mics hit the dead arm
Planet Earth, home of Islam
Brooklyn, I was physically born, clothes torn
Rough tacklin' the streets, Allah Math' spine Technics
We bring heat to the block party, drinkin' Bacardi
Baggin' shorties for the homies who ain't here
Digital, these niggas should be crazy
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
Bedstuy, this is my life
(Bobby, you know why, that shit I said about you)
Digital, these niggas should be crazy
(That's right, you ain't shit, nigga)
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
(You ain't shit, but a big dick and a mothafuckin' cheque)
This is how I live my life
(All that fuckin' Brooklyn shit, Shaolin shit)
(Nigga, grow the fuck up!)
Digital, these niggas should be crazy
(What the fuck is up with you, nigga?)
(You ain't shit, nigga)
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
(Comin' in high off that shit)
(What the fuck?)
Bedstuy, this is my life
(I'm tired of yo' shit)
(What the fuck is that shit anyway?)
(What the fuck?)
Digital, these niggas should be crazy
(And your cousin Billy, I'm sick of that mothafucka)
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
(That mothafucka could never come up in this)
This is how I live my life
(Mothafuckin' house ever again)
(He's a criminal mothafuckin' gangsta, see that shit?)
Digital, these niggas should be crazy
(A criminal, I'm sick of that shit)
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
(I'm sick of yo' shit, Bobby)
Bedstuy, this is my life
(Brooklyn this, Shaolin that)
(What the fuck, nigga?)
Digital, these niggas should be crazy
(I don't know why I love your stupid ass anyway)
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
(Pssh, but I do love you Bobby )
This is how I live my life
Digital, these niggas should be crazy
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
Bedstuy, this is my life
Digital, these niggas should be crazy
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
This mic is scared of me, son
It's like I'm gonna rape it
Ason in my heart... I date rape mics, my mic's a dike
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Don't be afraid to call my name
Don't be afraid to call my name
Don't be afraid to call my name
Don't be afraid to call my name
I've been blessed by the sin of cathedrals, I'm Regal royal
Spoiled, I sleep with paralegals
And tongue kiss lawyers and cops, buy a pound of chocolate
Off the block, then I puff with the NARC's
My Clan's wild cannibal, Wu, and my man'll shoot
Blaow, leave your cold grip as rare like the sandal shoe
From banana head chunks, propaganda pumps
Leave 'em buried on the Staten Island dump
Tap the mic on the floor, chains to the Mighty Thor
Two blades on my arm, look like the God of War
Ason in my heart, yeah, I like it raw
Words in the apple, I'mma bite it to the core
Digitech, used to call me Prince Dynamite
Cuz when I blew up the set, you couldn't find a mic
Leave your ass in the dark, you can't find the light
You been wrong so long, you can't find the right
Way to speak, I spend a day on the beats
Then a day on the paper, then a date on the beach
Then a night in the sheets with fine wizzes, dime wizzes
Who don't waste time to get straight down to business
Zig Zag, make your girl catch a whip lash
Tried to look when she seen the God zip past
Money stack high up like a skyscraper
Fly shorties getting stuck to my fly paper
Now we march to the monument
You see the seven in the star on the amulet?
Don't allow negative in my circumference
You can't understand, son, you incompetent
The P is free, would you fuck for a million bucks?
Keep the steel concealed, in the wheeler trucks
Shakwan put the rhinestone on the rims
Timbo King put the rhinestones on his Timbs
We live this life each and every day
We all trying to make it a better way
If you miss the words that I say
Hit pause, record, and hit play
I'm backed by a beautiful strong wiz
Bless all to the Earths and all the kids
Long live the god Divine and Big Free
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
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 across seas, damn near done rapped the world
And you qualify, my book here's a nasty girl
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
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
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 [unverified] 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
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
'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
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
Fuckin' around, nigga from Israel
Bobby Digital, Big Gipp A.K.A. Mute
[kung fu sample:]
People have told me
You have ways of killing without dealing a mob
Well so have I
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, come on, what's the deal?
[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, pockets is fat like the Good Year blimp
Hollow heads is sterilized in paroxide, waiting for you
Faggot niggas to jump off, your bullshit throne
So I can offer you a tummy tuck
See your stomach is stapled, it's on
It's dangerous down my alley, dog
It's like the halls and I'm outy, dog
Hear the shanks scratching the gate?
See the god Tone standing here for dolo, give you an '89 whooping
Leave your body looking like you was raped
And don't ever come at me sideways, hands in your pocket
Cause I will turn to Steven Segal, rip your arm out your socket
Ya'll little niggas watch it, I do this for free
Knocking rappers out, trust me, over a clown, I'm not here to make a profit
Nigga, if this was the arts, it be the best kung fu
And I'm Tone Yao Chin, serving ya'll wonton soup
I do shit like disarm a group, drink a 40 with him
And tell ya'll niggas stay the fuck out my loot
[Chorus: RZA]
My nina, my nine-ah, Medina, marauder
Sabrina, discard her, redeem her, for Allah
Supreme architecture, the beat spark connector
Inject in my serum, infiltrate in your sector
[RZA:]
Bobby Steels keep steels concealed, be still
Leave you fifty shot banana clips with free refils
Guns bursting, one person is curtains for certain
Most often fill coffins, no nursing or surgeons
Is needed, bloods depleated, your body deleted
Like unsaved wav files, no way to retrive it
Best believe it, frosting the cat
I remember that, my moms put gunpowder inside my Similac
My brain is untamed, some claim, that's stunning strangers
Cause of my basement, I keep studios in gun ranges
Plus, I got more G's than Sicily
Pizzeria rotisserie, burn MC's out they misery
[Chorus]
[Havoc:]
Aiyo, Ghost, these niggas pussy, mind that take mine
I feel you, form on 'em, yeah, I ain't sharping nothing
I put it in they mouth, I have a nigga kiss the nine
I be mellow, next minute flip, like I just sniffed a line
Ya'll never commited crimes, your rap line forgery
Niggas want war, I invite all cordialy
They assed out morally, how they in skinny jeans
And never fix they mouth to even fucking go to war with me
Oh, that's how you feel, then handle that accordingly
Lay 'em out, bounce before the jake is even on to me
Lay back in the crib, your bitch give me orally
I don't want beef, I'm like Pookie, this is caling me
I ain't with that Twitter shit, nigga try to follow me
Watch you get hit like the Mega Million lottery
I don't got time to be, playing with you faggots
I'm a show you muthafuckas why the call me Havoc, H
[kung fu sample:]
So, these killings
When are they gonna come to an end?
Will he ever finish?
Probably the next to see, he must find the Lizard
[Chorus]
[kung fu sample:]
You just asked me, when will it end?
Hahahahaha, well let me tell you
Once an evil deed is done, then it never ends
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques
Do Rae Wu, Do Rae Wu
Digi lematina, Digi lematina
Ding dong ding, ding dong ding
[RZA:]
The wick is lit, the bombs start to tick, tick, tick
Countdown, BZA Bobby 'bout to spit
Explode every MC in a four mile radius
Still mad with stout like I'm Doctor Octavius
Place to brace, I could push on a rival plate
The pulse of a Digi stare, make a spiral break
Mouth the rhyme, blow his man outside the orbit
Who ever thought this thug hip-hop wasn't goin' corporate
And gain weight like Chinese put on eight dragon
And 'W' on the Flag and and everybody's braggin'
Neightborhood wiggin' out cuz the God's livin' out
Without biggin' out, Wu-Tang Clan biggin' out
Hollywood political wished off, It is Yourz
Ready for the next LP to hit stores
I got more serious, my smoke be furious
My night time walk should be named to Nigerious
It crucified you upside down on a wooden cross
Shouldn't have doubted the trojan, threw you in a wooden horse
Ol' Dirty break these niggaz off
You be bitches dumb soft
[Chorus: w/ RZA]
[Interlude: RZA]
BOODOODOODOO!!! Yo, yo, yo
[Ol' Dirty Bastard:]
Who want me to show the reels? I do magic spells
Children love shootin' guns on devils kill
I want a girl that's only too meak to squeal
And Wu-Tang keep that shit concealed
Roll with me in the drug mobile
Fuck my bitches, take it on the wheel
Played it all over the world until
Wu-Tang secret now revealed
O's is killin' all people for head over heals
I'm not a 'ciple with +Little Rascals+
Villians, all attracted to my shit for man silk repellent
I'm not the well-in, white boys can't get with melon
I'm sayin' Wu-Tang is supreme to my wife and ho bitches on tour
To make sure, insure, that my wife got paid while I was ditch poor
[Chorus]
[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Ding dong ding, ding dong ding
Ol' Dirty Bastard squashin' shit
[RZA]
Yea, What's happening women? What's happening women?
Yea I got it now, yea yea yea, Yo Bobby Digital, point 'em out
Point 'em out watch me sort 'em out
Can you hear the bells?, I hear bells, can you hear the bells?
We hear the bells, yo the B the O the B the B the Y
The D the I the G the I the T the A the L
Can you hear the bells? Digital digital
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby
[RZA]
Yo fucking up the microphone be my hobby
All you crab motherfuckers out who want to rob me
You best to slob the knob G
You could never catch the great Bobby, indestructible
High producer production
Suck to the wall like suction cups
Yea what the fuck is up you duck
You better slip
Or get your wrist slit
Ultimate legit, can't quit when it comes to making hits
A phat ass track I quickly program it
For others could see me, its like Smothers brothers
You get spread on bread like the butter
Peanut, what, see what, B what, razor blade cut from
your neck to your gut
Have no shackle
Easy for me to tackle
Best to watch back 'cause my razor sharp style
grapples MC's
With the eagle claw clutch
I'm just to much to touch
Keep the mike beside me like Starks and Hutch
Word Up quick to roll a dutch and puff it up
Blunts everyday in the month
No need to front
We cause the blood to gush
Operation push, it's the Wu!
You scarecrow, jump off the road
You best to reload, your gat black
And get your whole shit back phat
Don't step to me with that
We can't have that weak that
Bob Digital inside your citadel
Shit is critical, word it's gonna take a miracle
For MC's fall to the fallacy
Here's my rhyme policy
Acknowledge me
I keep the high quantity plus quality
Equal make you see the sequel
Defiant eagles can't match me or royal regal
Lethal eagle techniques
Word up when I speak the dialect
It makes girls' pussys get wet
While niggas hit the rewind on my casette
We could make a thousand dollar bet
Bobby never failed yet
Bout to strike gold
Got Big Free on the ones and two
Break it down for them one time
[Chorus:]
Do you hear the bells?
I hear the bells
Can you hear the bells?
Bobby, can you hear the bells?
I hear the bells!
Buh-Bobby, Buh-Bobby
[RZA]
Fucking up the mike be a hobby!
Crab motherfuckers try to step up to rob me
Bitch you must be stupid, slob the knob Z
B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L, Bobby Digital
Served well keep the phat clientele
I watch you crab niggas fail
Try to sail the boat but couldn't stay afloat
I float on a note like a Staten Island ferry boat
Keep my rhyme chocolate coat
Bitch you know when you bite my shit it taste sweet
going down your throat
Point 'em out let me sort em out
The fattest links we sport 'em out
Nuts bubbling boosted from extra scouts from Dublin
I could fuck a dozen birds and watch a dozen hatch
I bake my cake from scratch
Keep the cream inside the middle
Make you dribble
That's when I scribble on the paper
To write this script I had to cut down forty acres of trees
Process the wood to make the notebook sheets
Blinded from the steel spiral imported from Ohio
Delivered like the spin whirlwind kick Morio
Bitch you best to read my bio
First chapter the back breaker chiropractor technique
Word up dislocate your shoulder blade joint
We striking every pressure point
The high priest solid gold diamond fang teeth
With the high tech brief around your neck
I still breach your skin girlfriend
Let me enter your zone
Microphones get cast like stone
Niggas can't never bone how I bone
Word you soft as a shell
You ain't worth one skin cell
Big broiler crack your back and your head like an eggshell
And Bobby will scramble you
Bitch you want to make a bet all right we'll gamble too
Quick to roll see low
Catch the loop like Niko
Duck watch out for Roscoe Pico train
See Sirus with the great dame
Tryin to infiltrate the game
Wu-Tang Clan, Wu-Tang Clan
Special brand name slang
From the book of the Ichang
The world changed once Bobby came
You better go and check your storage
Wait a minute Goldilocks who the fucks been eating my porridge?
Somebody been sitting in my chair
Someone been sleeping in my bed
It ain't Goldilocks!
Slope down the ice with bobsleds
Bobby smoke 'til his eyes get red
Word up you best to turn your head and don't look
Inside my rhyme book
You might get your whole soul took
I make the world shake, I make the world shake
Then the whole universe quake and then it shook
Bobby fishy fishy was caught inside my brook
Daddy caught him with a hook
Moma fried him in the pan
And Bobby ate it like a man
Wu-Tang Clan special brand
Get the logo
Bounce on your head with the pogo stick
Rock the wild horse with the Polo
Word up we speaking wild
Quick flash like a photo
Yea, yea Dorothy you better go find Toto cause we
ain't in Kansas anymore
It's the killa bee shores, all out war
Before you go here you best to go there
And see it clear
Through your third eye
With a curb, with the high post up most
Don't play up close
Razor blade technique that strikes you
Overdose MC's quickly, strictly, hip hoply
You could never stop me, rock me, mock me or pass me
Cause I'm fast like Kawasaki
And when you see me coming through
With the vroom vroom vroom
That means your bitch ass is doomed
So give me room
And stand back and hand that mike back to the man Jack
Unfair black
I slam that track on trains like Amtrak
Go to shaolin isle, that's where my fams at
What you doing you can't ripple the gripple son
You get dipped up like Lipton's tea bags
Or you get spit on like the sea hag
And I smoke a fat tray bag of equality
Don't bother me
You probably never really heard of B-O-B-B-Y
D-I-G-T-A-L
Supreme Clientele served well
Buh-Bobby fucking up microphones is a hobby
Buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby
[Chorus:]
Do you hear the bells?
I hear the bells
Can you hear the bells?
[RZA]
Buh-Bobby, fucking up microphones is my hobby
You get tossed like cracks locked down inside the lobby
Sucker motherfucker stepped up and tried to rob me for my Cuban link
What did he think? What did he think?
What was he thinking? What the fuck was he drinking?
Bitch you be blast in the head like Abe Lincoln
Have you whole body shrinking
Did you believe the killa bees always swarming
Alarming, calming sound that makes MC's feel how I feel
You best to chill bitch and eat a booger
Word up or get cut up by the juga
Razor blade sharp RZA
Word shame on a nza
Who try to run game on a nza
You get broken down like a puzzle with to many equal prisms
Positions, oppositions
Here's the transmissions
Word up I raid the phat sample without the glitching
Why you bitchin'? Why you bitchin'?
Buggin out 'cause my style it keeps switchin', it keeps switchin'
Oh shit I'm itchin', I'm itchin' for a scrap can't catch that
Who could be the match?
Who wanna match palms?
I remain calm
Like the 18 bronze man
Come to the shaolin chamber of danger feel the anger
The mad stranger
Wu-Tang Clan keep a finger
Tucked inside the back pocket
Blast like a rocket
Word up knock your eyes out the socket
Here's my new topic
I don't give a fuck if you had a whole neck full of garlic
Around you my fangs will puncture your jugular veins
And you'll be in deep, deep, deep, deep pain
Why oh why oh why do they try?
To B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L
Bobby Digital fucking up mikes a be my hobby
Point 'em out, puh-point 'em out
[RZA:] Yo this just a little freestyle for ya'll niggas
Word up, type shit
You could smoke a blunt to this
You could smoke a blunt to this
You could smoke a blunt to this
You could smoke a blunt to this
Word up the main main main main main main main main
main superhero
Word up superhero type shit, my niggas
[Intro: RZA]
Come on, come on
Yo, ye-yeah, ye-yeah
Where Ya At? Where Ya At?
Takin' it back to 1982
Runnin' Brownsville as we bring you (Where Ya At?
Where Ya At?)
That phat old school shit
The best of the troup could find
BOODOODOODOODOO!
Yo yo
[Chorus: Force MD's]
My crew is super duper fly and we came to get pai-aid
We pack those glocks and razor blades, duckin' spa-a-a-ades
Rollin' that sticky chocolate thai, we 'bout to get bla-a-azed
Y'all cats can't play with us, it's not a ga-a-a-a-ame
[Chorus: last two lines]
[RZA:]
Roll up the Winchester, pull my whites, that's the poindexter
Tell him bring back the black iron Mac strapped with two extra
Clips was a natural, worms in the Big Apple
Potholes in the street crack the Benz axle
Well let me come and descend my mens at you
You can't just catch this fish Jack mackarel
B-O-B boy, fast like Bruce Lee-roy
Caramel sundae honey set the decoy
For you soldiers seekin' to de-stroy
me, what the fuck you think we got the heat for?
You dunns, we knock out your gold fronts
Shorty got bigger and strong once she start smokin' blunts
With beef they get found in Hunt's
There's no chance to score, your best bet's to punt
[Chorus]
[Doc Doom:]
I know R&B; niggaz that's harder than you
Young T.G.'s with more street smarts than you
Hit liq', shit you ain't got the heart to do
And I bet the click you run with they bustas too
Fuck a pass, we come strapped when we passin' through
All types of straps, you get clapped just for actin' new
Collectin' more guns ever since my cash done grew
Bad ass with no dash so I'm a bastard too
Ask your crew, nigga, I gay-bash 'em too
Grab his strap then ski-mask and bash 'em too
[Madam Scheez:]
West Cost rider, credit card slider
Roll up the windows and pass the lighter
I done turned into a lover, used to be a fighter
Now I pull out my guns and take 'em out one by one
You're a beautiful bitch, sittin' on pins and needles
I done seen bitches emotions breakin' up like The Beatles
Who's the real bitch now? Seen the fear in yo' tears
Now Tyrone folks is talkin', shut the fuck up here
A product of my environment until my retirement
Have a habit of the automatic breakin' up the static
And if y'all niggaz wanna trip y'all can suck my dick
I got eight or nine of 'em, different colors and shit
[Chorus]
[Timbo King:]
Smell like the rain forest, got diamonds in the hood - flawless
Sable Taurus, spit a verse, no chorus
You're on the wrong turf, one of my songs worth
two mil', eh-yo, red pill, blue pill
Still stay focused, off-white lotus, brokers
I'ma dead y'all slot time, no spins on the hot nine
Eh-yo, my hot nine got my whole block sign
I rhyme gangsta, pops was an O.G.
I'm a junior, my son'll be the third
Let 'em learn degrees, the bees and the birds (uh-huh)
Let 'em learn degrees, the bees and the birds
[Shyheim:]
Why you actin' cuckoo like you just flew over nest?
Like I give a fuck how much weight you bench
Shyheim, my government and my attributes
BIG left me the Tec and the nine at my crib, so Gimme the Loot
Or L.B.C. ya like Snoop, I'm out to get coof, again coof
Turn up the thermostat, peep the murder rap
'Bout to bring it back, in the name of crack
In the name of dope
Ridin' through the hood in the Diamondback with spokes
In the name of thai, cliches and skunk
I came to get high, came to get drunk
I came with the Tec, Bobby came with the pump
We left with the shines, left with two dimes
Sittin' on dubs, royal flush, five of a kind
Countin' the spare for the deuce-ooh-ooh-one
Nigga, our year, niggaz, our year
[Freemurder:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, talkin' all drunk, makin' a rap right here
Fool remainders, like he can't get clapped right here
Fuck the walkin', Freemurder pack right here
On some napalm and bamboo track right there
Fuck twenty-five, shit, I'm strapped to the chair
Cuffie Crime Fam', my fifth black in the air
Y'all don't want none, lead ya back down the stairs
Once the Mac appear
Four heat, I ain't hit 'im, shoot back fire wit 'im
Whole empire wit 'im, never plea guilty, I ain't hit 'im
Guess who lyin' wit 'im
Left po', ya dead broke like Holy's ear when Tyson bit 'im
Still on point like lime segment
Pull out joints, the nine wet men
Double action, don't want no trouble, askin'
"Who I be?", Murder like Tai Chi
Get ya brain tilt
Hahaha, Digi, yo, yo
When I was young, I slept with a battery on my tongue
So when I spit, the impact with the sting of a stun gun
At full blast, rock your cradle, fatal razorblades graze you
Split you open, stitch you back wit a staple
I'm football head, I put your head
Into a brook, all four, your momma wouldn't look at ya'll
Gold from the Panama canal, Alabama gam'
Got me laid up, on my nuts like kapow
B-O-B-Boy's fast as Bruce Leroy
Meet the rap Galactus, blow planets off his axis
My glock is plastic, my dick *sniff* is magic
Stretch up the Power U like Mr. Fantastic
Stop, it's a booby trap
Wouldn't you rather have a Digi or a Scooby Snack?
Digi Snack, yeah, while we living in a booby trap
Yo, when it comes to this mic device, you get ate
Like the gingerbread man try'nna cross the lake
Or the Winchester, call my white son, Lester Poindexter
Tell 'em bring back the black mack, strapped with two extra
Clips, where's the natural, words inside the apple
Pot holes in the street, it cracks the Jeep axle
Shrivel your heart to a raisin, shorty star gazing
Yeah, he got steeper than dunce, once he start blazing blunts
Beef, and get drown in Hunt's
Your flame get toast, your best bet to punt
I lounge like a hungry jaguar, into agua
Trying to catch a fish that multiply like the magua
Pocket fat be Jabba the Hutt, Clan gallops up
Feel the Force of my steel, but you can't count the caliber
Digi, Digi, Digi, all inside your city
Microphone on the roam, like Capone and Frank Nitty
I don't got a taste for blood or flesh skin
My mind, like Professor X from the X-Men
One line, cause MC's to write their albums down
Devils only come amongst you, if you allow them now
Do to trading, they infiltrate with persuasion
That desire to rob and steel and make slaves of all
Living luxury, destructively, conductively
Improper nature, privately and publicly
Man so stupid when confronted by something he don't
Understand, he shoot it, the whole world's polluted
My earth gave birth to a universal, change us
Scribes reflect the child born in the Bethlehem manger
Devils try to steal me of my intellect, rob me of my culture
Like they white washing sculptures
Like they snatching down my posters
Creep, creep, creep
Catch them while they sleep
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
These streets that we maneuver through, ain't nothing you familiar too
Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral
Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin'
Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling
Even if you ain't street, then we creepin', it ain't no secret
Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya
Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi
Crisis the Sharpshooter, I'mma lay 'em down gently
One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot
That's why some keep they shit on safety, others keep they hammers cocked
Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole
And if a nigga ready to retire, we retiring his soul
Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day (every day)
Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way
A couple niggas hit the Chevy wit the K
And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L.A.
When Track died, Mack cried
Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide
I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon
Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June
The city's full of Crips
AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips (Long Beach)
Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips
If any, not many, academic scholarships
Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission
With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton
Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription
Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions
Truly, I'm the one the West is really missing
Your shit is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence
The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions
Don't listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
Make them Swiss cheese
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet
You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out
Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out
Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out
Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out
In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a fuck
Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck
Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business
All you suckas, get the scissors
You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland
I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman
Bobby, covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman
You suckas is useless like old New York tokens
Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed
You ain't worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed
Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure
MC's tremble when they hear the name of us
Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys
The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee
No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me
King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy
Compton's where you can find me in the hood, so grimy
Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me
Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow
Rugged Monk, kill a track at any, tempo
It's simple, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments
Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment
It's over, foreclosure, your shit is shut down
That's right, that's right, that's right, that's 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 somethin'
Ya'll motherfuckers want this money bitch
You better earn this motherfuckin' money
Bitch let me show you somethin'
My names Dirt Dog, bitch ain't no frontin'
Bitch let me show you somethin'
My names Dirt Dog, bitch ain't no frontin'
Bitch let me show you somethin'
My names Dirt Dog, bitch ain't no frontin'
Aah, walkin' down the street, dark, dark night
Saw a pretty girl, 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 Dirt Dog, Dirt MC"
"Dirt Dog, I know what you about"
"Bitch get the fuck in the car"
Drove her to my house
Aah, 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 she started to scream
On the 2nd punch she thought she had a bad dream
On the 3rd punch she started to cry
"Dirt Dog, I don't wanna die"
"Well, shut the fuck up, pussy ain't nuttin' but a skin on your bone
You can fuck it, you can suck it, 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
[RZA]
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for feast
It's a daily conflict between man and beast
We, strive for God, and a better tomorrow
Still suffering, from the unforgettable sorrow
Repent from thy sins, son, and walk these straight
Stop talking all that trash, boy, and spark these straight
Evicted by the pressures of life, at every vital point
Still, I wouldn't give an oint'
Or, flinch an inch, or pitch a pinch
Off the pie, or every try to try your winch
Confronted by the devil himself, and stay strong
You think you can take the King, now meet Kong
Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no counting
How many MC's, have sprung from our fountain
Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination
I'm not, giving mine away to Satan
Although, I know that he's awaiting
To get ahold of my biochemical equation
I'mma slip him son, I'mma dip him, son
When I catch the drop on him, I'mma clip him, son
Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination
Ninety nine elements, biochemical manifestation
I'm not giving mines away to Satan
Although, I know that he's awaiting
I'mma slip him son, I'mma dip him, son
When I catch the drop on him, I'mma clip him, son
[MF Doom]
Bet oc', straight to the head with the pet rock
At least til I can get from out this booth, it's like a sweat box
Trained a few bars of head nodding, throw us a stack
Pants militant sawed up like linen, bobbing bonus pack
Invest in the first b-boy kid show, life on skid row, with jive talking negro's
He wear his beard like a frizzly haired grizzly
And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he?
Is he in the backyard, or on your front porch
Or standing in the corner of the club, with the blunt torched
You're soft, they say he rhyme like he starving
And sold odds and bob kins, to old gods and goblins
Valley, adjust a pest and your worst best friend
Who mending with space time fabric like polyester blend
Not a hobby for no body, lead less from men
Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen
[RZA]
Yo, yo, drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure
Semi off the Remy, mixed with Henny, Moet demi'
Underneath the passenger seat, son, tuck the semi'
Israeli issued, automatic black pistol
The cop with the flashlight, chew gum as he whistle
Tapped on the glass, roll it down fast
License, registration, addressed to your lab
They made insurance, the reason why I pulled you over
Cuz the way you were swerving, sir, you can't be sober
Have you been drinking? Breathe into the breathalyzer
Get out the car, please, follow this exerciser
Put one finger on your nose, now from heel to toe
Walk in a straight line, ten paces, down the road
My homeboy Kano, used to do the mashed potato
On cartwheels, and then spin house like whirled tornado
That used to chase the light, but, son, he will always save ya
Becoming pump blows, and make beats inside my basement
Drunk or sober, never lose your composure
Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers
If you can't understand, then come closer
We civilize the uncivilized cuz we supposed to
Drunk or sober, never lose your composure
Might give your hand, black man stand as a soldier
Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers
[Intro: RZA]
Eh-yo, man, fuckin'..
Mothafuckin' Billy, man
Yeah, man
That mothafucka, man, just called me and shit
From fuckin', a, some county jail, man
Down South or some shit
He's mothafuckin' crazy
I thought that nigga was comin' here next week too and shit
But I guess he went down South with them fuckin' white boys
You know he love headin' with them white boys and shit
[RZA:]
Yo, yo, yo, Billy
He sniffed dope and swallow acid, took cokes of cold classics
Smoked hashes, tote plastic glocks and low jackets
Cross country, cousin Billy with forty monkeys
Twenty honkeys, Harley Davidson bike junkies
In a convoy escapin' from Rosco Pico
And those four redneck cops who had Woppy in a sleephold
The SWAT team, U.S. army shock team
The snipers who shot King, infrared dot beams
Aimed at windshields, gas tanks and wheels
From the bank they yanked the mil, hot lead and stainless steel
Shot through the helments, cracked heads like halibut jaw
Ripped through the wolves and blew the hood off the car
A.T.F., F.B.I., D.E.A., chopper in the sky
Eye witness news on standby
Built to tell, it was Mit from the metly metly
Teeth dipped in P.C.P., hit to the head like a D.D.T.
Hard on the gut like liq' B.L.T.
C-cipher punks with the A.P.B.
Only destroys who was drunk of the J.N.B.
Ran up in A&P;, hit the safe at P&C;
Documentary on A&E;, eight P.M. E.S.T.
Five P.T., the ho tapin' on V.C.R.
Three victims shot, one was saved by C.P.R.
Fuckin' Billy be wildin'
Like Robert L. Lee on Storwall Jackson
He always out for action
I was at an eighteen hole golf course relaxin'
When I received the collect call, BOODOODOODOO
Collect call from cousin Billy
[Phone Skit: RZA ("Billy")]
(Eh-yo, Bobby, I'm in trouble)
Yo, what's goin' on, cousin?
What the fuck, man?
(Listen, yo I need fifty thousand)
Oh sh--, eh-yo, Kinetic
Check it out, nigga said he need fifty fuckin' g's Son
(Listen, yo, we got into a fight
In the bar, shit was just crazy)
Eh-yo, I heard you was fuckin' with the white boy Tommy again
Takin' that acid, nigga
(Yeah, oh yeah, we chillin' though
I just need you to come get me, for real)
No problem, son
Yo, I'll send my nigga Kinetic down to get you and shit (Aight)
[Chorus x2]
Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digital
Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
[Killa Sin]
We move on MC's mechanically
Strike nerves like Ghost's verse on 'Can It Be'
hard to touch retarded fucks playing wit they fantasies
respect this, specialist, black
testing this will get ya necklace jacked
and named scratched up off my guestlist party freak
You the type of nigga that'll hardly speak unless you spoken to
You throw a cold screw, but sober up when I'm approaching you
At the same time we posting two
Niggas on that ass that's gonna do what they supposed to do
The limelight, snatched away from you because it's my night
Killarm blaze inside of the twilight, you better get ya lines right
Half of these crabs cant even rhyme right
with dust flows, robotic movement, and blurry eyesights
What you want I already got
and that's control, I keep my head high, hand pon cock
and pockets swollen, you foldin, you faggot ass fuck
[Dom Pachino]
Yo farotion never fails
shoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nail
inhale life, exhale strive anxiety's trife
blowin' smoke out my peace pipe
Ducking the snipe
shot off the top of the White House and cop 4'S
war never does and many causes
my offense is my defense extreme precautious
moving cyphers high valocities making you nautious
ya forcing it
parishly extortionists
aborting this
space ship thats spacious face it
im on contain shit
pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix
the case is
if not ya basic
way to make shit
embrace it
knowing some day you'll have to face it
[Chorus]
Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digital
Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
(so fuck y'all, so fuck y'all niggas)
[Bobby Digital]
yo, yo hard to grapple
I raise the sharp scaple
technique slaps you invasion body snatch you money grip
I smoke the honey dip blunts cherry bomb very calm
First bursts like a shot from the Berry homes
you'd be most wise to pay close attention
to willy lynchin'
its stupid to fuck wit' Bobby Steel's henchmen
I step into presidential
credentials, evident my potential
be infinate, deluxe benetic sluts invinsible
only ones can know me
swore me before the Dolby
Alexis Colby broads try to control me
pussy whip me like Toby
fuck the local
I move global
economical
ship sea promise fool
my info glow
and the dark Wu-Tang logo
sparks the attention, look listen observe
killa bee swerv
slam like Dr. Julias Erv
still strike the vital nerve
charter through the Magna Carta
trapped like Otis and Carter
wild like a Shaolin child from Mariners Harbor
king devine forced to shine
head burst open like a bottle of Pine
use penmenship
when I write my script
blunt spark em' and them mark em' homeless
Killa Hill syndrome
peace to Two Tone
he must know me to understand me from what you do
to realize Im you
everything I do honey bee from the bee hive
Ever-green squeeze dried leaf smoke Killa Priest from the tribe
of Levi smoke out and not steal
or blunt spill
the indestructable Bobby Steel's is here
[Method Man]
Yo In The Heat of The Night
my 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and Trappa John M.D.
full metal jackets
cuz' some gots to have it
kill or be killed
only time will reveal
I think by myself
and I drink by myself
from 9-8 until
let me know its real son if its really real
understandable
self explainable
caution John Blaze flamable
when under pressure, interchangable and still
coming down like precipitation as I reign undesputed
how Johnny do it
dangerously, whoppin cough (cough, cough)
two and off
stank pussy make my dick soft (huh)
bottom line be this high, explosive
not for the average Joseph
come and get some
hol' it, keep one
up in the chamber
blast wit' my middle finger
now I toss men
attack like the Four Horsemen
see me dog walkin'
strickly getty-o slang talkin'
all up in thease guts, soften
thease rap niggas, official
we slap niggas
wit' mak' charges
dope shit regardless
we usually take another niggas garments (what)
[Killarmy]
Straight up and down I got this rap shit locked in '98
niggas cant escape the laws that I enforce like top notch politicians
who be pola-tickin'
slam through expand total construction accross the planet and micro chip software
placed in the rear of ya ear
as I sit the next year
all yall analong niggas fuck yall we be digital
shit is critical
like the hallways in my projects
similar to the streets in Tibet
[RZA:]
A man with no friends, only live for revenge
Live his life off the henge, cut, through a thousand men
Blade swing with the force of a cyclone
Cut crystal and bone, pistol and chrome
Stand in my path, you're a dead man
I cut the whole world in half for the Number One headband
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
Ever since my Birth (no one there!)
I've had no one to care (worried all I know... yeah!)
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
What, becomes of a broken family?
Dreams are crushed and there's no more family
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
"Koto... Chotan..."
Yo, yo, Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah, I'm not reneggin'
I don't fuck with dead pigeons or the pigskin
You fuckin' fake 85% snake
Derelict ass bitch, your class in dead weight
Ain't no fire escape from hell, every devil ain't pale
I blast like H.G. Wells: "War of the Worlds"
Allah is Lord of all, you sure to fall
Collapse like the Berlin Wall, while I'm just hurlin' ya'll
Lightin' bolts -- by writin' quotes
Strikin' jolts that frightenin' to adults
A to Zig-Zag you get smacked, all in a shitbag
Bust like the spermbag, because your germ had
You on some ol' fake thug shit
Drunk from the drink, gassed up by the drug shit
Wrong analysis: kidney shot cause dialysis
While the Gods rebuildin' Jerusalem, golden palaces
Babes in Wonderland wonderin' where the fuck Alice is
While you're jerkin' your dick catchin' mad callouses
Slave labor steel drivin' like John Henry
Layin' down underground tracks for nine pennies
Huh, get you amped off the anthem
Yeah, I get you amped off the uh...
Yeah, look, another smash hit
My niggas from the Boulevard
East New York Squad in the yard gettin' ripped, at least 24 a clip
A 100 men stompin' your face the wolves barkin'
Careful, you might get trampled, caught flashin'
Wrap him in the maskin' tape, Jimmy Baskin
Murder was the case when the crowd break fool
Iron Mic Duel, held down by the poolside
Along came a spider spun spools in the cipher
Swing with all your might, lead spray from the sawed-off pipe
Stenographer type, the ghetto hype slang
Flow like water off the brim in the rain
No escapin', Iron Maiden, check matin'
Grandmaster Flash spinnin, P.F. cuttin'
The sticky Ave. gooey, roll in the frontal leaf
Jamel Irief smash teef in be
Some people lyrics ain't hot
My delivery is ill on the mic and I rock
So hot, this stage should be a stainless steel pot
Leavin' burnin' pains Neosporin couldn't stop
On cats who couldn't rock
Would shook 'cause I drop 'em
Fear is a probelm in this game if you got 'em
My mic I carry the heat for rappers playin' possum
'Fraid that I'm a see 'em, spit a rhyme, lyrically drop 'em
Just to say I got 'em, but it's realer than that
I'm about more that what you see and what I speak in my rap
So be conscious of that
Grand told you, "Watch the quiet ones, you didn't get it?"
You think that you could rip a chick who spit her lyrics
Pretty rhymes so tight my lyrics did it
Got you open and it worked it and you won't admit it
Hopin' that we both forget it
These ain't no one night stand lyrics, I'm never really finished
Got you duckin', tryin' to pivot, beware
Next time, come wit' it
Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Digital
Yo, I beat the case, now I face the acquittal
You nizzles try to belittle, but ya'll lest in spittle
From a baby's lip, the digi made me flip
Plus they paid me chips, just to spray the clip
And empty out on you, in sync like the SMPTE output on the MPC 2002
We be housin' crews, plus we housin' fools
In abandoned apartments with a thousand tools
Crazy shootin' dudes buck off the beat
Brainless boutless fools who be stuck off the leaf
Two guns in their hands yellin' "Fuck the police!"
On the weekend get drunk and they fuck with the niece
Of the precint chief, she got the tattoo
On her breast that's shaped like The W
Go 'head snatch the guns, son, I'll cover you
And if they get past me we got another two, yeah...
We smoke those blunts the size of bats
We got those gats as long as ax
We snatch that cheese right off the trap
We put those Beez all on your map
I shoot the fair one, I dare ya'll run through New York City
Or any city or place, my face, royal taste, pace myself
Ace my health, great with wealth
Undetected like the wings of a Stealth, I move for self
Or any man, woman or child that I call fam
That's the way I am, word to Glock, my sister Pam
Son, lived through the terror of the World Trade blues
Nine o'clock news, abused the mind of many fools
Braves and jewels, made my moves, paid my dues
From the School of Intelligence, I stayed benevolent
Most high, magnify, multiply, as I add to the Kings of Kings
We never die, built my name, sustained like blood
Flow through the veins divine sign
Dine with wine forever sunshine
We smoke...
From the Vil to Brazil, live on your C-SPAN radio band
Explicit, dice kiss it, pour a little liquor
Golden imported from Cuba, Miss Aruba
Sexy as Asia, met her up in Mecca
Getting up in Just Cipher, hit it on the first date
Plotted my escape, twelve hours shift at the gate
How can you beat a G a week in '88?
Trips to the Pocono Lodge, the fresh Izod
Mama shouldn't work so hard to pay the landlord
A grand in your birthday card, times is hard
The gun hammer click, when the pigs blitz
We scramble like Vick, automatic six plus one to the head
Yo, the east so hot, it's red, but that's home
And my Glock still burn your skin to the bone
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
All we wanna do is drink, smoke and fuck (fuck!)
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
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
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
"I wanna stay with you, forever"
Yo, yo, the A-1 sauce, the Divine Force
My mind blind force is known to blow time off course
Even, if I rode around the world on a blind horse
Strapped down, I'd still get my point across
Allah is father of all
You debate whether big, whether small
Whether short, whether tall
Whether dense, whether length
Whether strength, whether width
Either man, animal, bird or fish
Whether, black or white, more shapes than snowflakes
Existin', everywhere but you still can't locate
The man of steel couldn't bend me
Time couldn't end me
Even the great devil Satan that tried to befriend me
Understand the equality, God in a bodily
Form, lettin' my knowledge be born
Lettin' my knowledge be born...
"I wanna stay with you, forever"
Yo, yo, yo
I be the fatal flyin', I'm like NATO flyin'
Over your country and droppin' down forty tons of iron
Filled with explosives, your chance is hopeless
We have your head poppin' up like the blowfish
I'm not talkin' Hootie, nigga pass the zootie
I could bag the cootie, maybe smoke the ootie
The runaway train with no track
I got the heart of Faye Dunaway whippin' that child with the coatrack
T.V. droppin' bombs or droppin' germs
Baby moms in the courthouse, she's droppin' terms
Guns go off, bustin' all directions
D.J. choose, another fuckin' dope selection
"...with you forever..."
"Like the corners of my mind...."
"I wanna stay with you, forever"
Yo, the pen is mightier than the sword, as I face my worldly challenge
In the scale of justice and my heart remains balanced and neutral
My respect for all men is mutual
As my thoughts surpass a level to which you devils compute to
You've been given the chance to hear the true and living
So do the knowledge, son, before you do the wisdom
So you can understand, how the thunder and
Lighting above your head is caused by the Son of Man
We experimentin' with high explosions
That cause the place to quake and the surface erosions
The earth produce lava like the mouth produce saliva
This wisdom goes deeper than your scuba diver
In search for the pearl jewels sold to Tiffany
My verbal heart symphony will strike the epiphany
Insight, ignite, and then men might, see love and hell
Hell and right, then excel, to be masters of your circumference
First, by obtainin' mastery of your common sense
This supreme wisdom clears a man's vision
You can see it through the lies and the fantism
Of the equivocal, two-faced political individual
Who's only out for residual, fabricatin' lies
To eradicate the wise
But we come to civilize and gravitate to the skies
Of the heavenly celestial sphere
Trust me, son, it's dear, in between your ears
A day to God is a thousand years
Men walk around with a thousand fears
The true joy of love bring a thousand tears
In the world of desire, there's a thousand snares
(feat. Cilvaringz)
[Intro: RZA]
One-two, one-two
Mic check, one-two, one-two (You don't know, that I really love you)
Yo, yo, You'll Never Know
Check me out (You don't know, that I really love you)
Yo, yo, yo
[RZA]
I love you like how birds love rose petals, Killarmy love full metal
I love you like how the Park Hill cats love to pull metal
The heat will make ya head whistle loud like a full kettle
I come like the Mecca in civilizin
The hallway jackal, Chicago Bull bandana
I keep police scanners from fishes
They try to slash me out like Douton Hanna
And blow my spot, yo, I'm not the polka-dot
I tote weight, sip Scotch, bust shots, smoke a lot
My cousin Billy, he done it silly, used to joke a lot
Chased bitches, cut class, got high and stayed broke a lot
So when the rent was due he would grab the identical
Twin gats and put a fuckin hole in your right ventricle
Not sober yet no potent threat, yo, I hold a Tec
Show this jet pack on my back, blast like Boba Fett
While you bickerin, this flame is still flickerin
Then the magnetic attraction to my wisdom keeps you listenin
[Interlude: Cilvaringz]
Yo, yo
Choco bang that shit!
Yeah, yeah (You don't know, that I really love you)
Killa Beez, European
Yo, yo, shut up!
[Cilvaringz]
Eh-yo, my sword so sharp I split the tweeters in ya Genelacs
European Killa Beez attack, chk-chk-chk
I never smoke blunts, tote weight, nor bust shots
But fuck with me I guarantee you'll get ya neck chopped
Be the haunting, dauntin, brothers won't fuck
with The Wu-Tang swordsman, slowly get dropped
When my Shaolin sword, swing at Nasty Immigrants with passports
To teach Man, Woman and Child, with the sword style
God, complete the presence
It only takes seconds to chop a nigga head on RZA records
But you a worthless effort, follow faster then leopards
I can't wait to return to the fuckin essence
Of hip-hop, yo, my shit chop constantly
It's over when my shit drops, son, honestly
I love the RZA and the whole Wu Academy
For givin me a chance to be what I wanna be (What?)
But You will Never Know how much..
[RZA]
Do you think this cocked mic will jam or choke?
Come on my nigga.. Listen yo..
Do you think this black mic will cock back, jam or choke?
I should stick a long silver hook down your throat
And snatch out your vocal, bitch my eyes is black opal
Reflectin this 2.2 kilogram Mac that smoke you
Firin lightnin, Northern Lights, duck tight and chocolate Philly
Lyrics pierce through the ear like the spear of Achilles
Iron body Bobby Digital suit, don't bother to shoot
Quicker than Clint when I draw the six shoo'
Mortal Kombat whether it's the blind or the mute
Cripple a idiot, dunn, it sounds ridiculous
Rapid flow got you petro, my voice echo, echoes
Off the Wall Street money we stack like golden geckos
Gecko, gecko, let go my Eggo or feel my Eagle
4,5,6 in my hand, I've rolled the c-lo
Brother knocked the long pound, ounces or straight kilos
You know how we go, it's the Killa Bee show
Then I love you like how the pharoah loves Joseph
The Jews love Moses, like a man bendin down on one knee before he proposes
Express the faith of Abraham about to slay Isaac
and the paitence of Daniel in the lion's den with closed eye lids
You'll Never Know, You'll Never Know..
[Intro: Beretta 9]
Yeah, one two, check it
[Beretta 9:]
Aiyo, what makes Kinetic get on some live wire shit?
Not much, but when Beretta, I'm on some set a fire shit
I'm no devil, but the flow is hell, though
Just on another level, I'm quick to tell you 'hell no'
And never trouble, I haven't been to jail, so
In case you see me there, don't think, I won't rebel, or
It's not, I don't care, just you're not playin' fair, bro'
That's where I stand, but you better get out my chair, hoe
Don't understand, but I bet you, hear the snare go
When I pop you in the ear, and your head bounce on the dance floor
Why you even think, you even had the chance for
B.O.B.B.Y., B9, and Diaz for?
[Chorus: RZA]
{Schh} You get shot in the ass for, talkin' that bullshit, and as for
You wild niggas tryin' to rap, like you bustin' them gats, ya'll dreaming
They be talkin' that they bustin' your cap
And they carryin' straps, but they dreamin'
Niggas be, dreamin', ya'll niggas just dreaming
[RZA:]
Yo, chalked from the wood grain and alcohol, son, I chew barks
Spin your head like Technics, made you write the new mart
See The W footprint? Made from the shoe mark
Yeah, it's Bob Digital, bitch, not Bob Newhart
Splash through the Norwegian sea like Black Orca
Sippin' on weed, next beer with Johnny Walker
No scrutiny, no shipwreck, or mutiny
Got the kevlar suit, don't think about shooting me
Holding the golden scepter, you be folding
Bow to The RZA like the great King Oden
My wiz is mighty like is Isis, my son is like Osirus
Wu-Tang Clan be the wisest
Like Professor Xavier, got stock like Doctor Octavious
More Vikings than Scandinavia, you better watch your behavior
I be myself, so I'm a be the self savior
Round up, round up, round up, round up
Round up, round up, round up, round up...
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
The greatest B-Boy of all time, started from small crimes
While others had big tops I was slingin' small dimes
Tryin' to make the come up, the blow used to numb up
A few G's a week, my clique used to sum up
Till my brother got locked up, my girl got knocked up
My closest homies each, got popped up and shot up
And cops flood the block, no way to eat
So I dropped a half a G on a rented SP
1200 Sampler, and a Yamaha Four-Track
The bass from the lab used to blow the fuckin' door back
While Ghost was doin' stick-ups, tryin' to make a vic' up
Waitin' outside for the Brinks truck to pick up
Nothing would work, so we're back to choppin' nicks up
Givin' grown ass women two vials for a dick suck
When I was stressed I would head to the rest
Then the pads on the SP-12 got pressed
Makin' beats for the streets, so the family could eat
In '93, Wu-Tang Clan dropped their first LP
We went platinum, *whoo-peesh*, yeah we flatten 'em
Pockets got fat and um, went and got Cap and 'em
Staten's on the map and um, Brooklyn Zu is bombin' 'em
All around the world, Killa Beez start swarmin' 'em
You can't stop us, you can't block us
Rock us or mock us, knock us or top us
Better sit back and watch us...
Can't stop me man...
No matter how hard, you better go hard
So hard, if you gonna try and stop me now
I be ruckus to rhythm like the blocks be wild
Bad enough I got the cops tryin' to lock me down
Can't nobody break my stride or shake my pride
Without a homicide, case and trial
It's a long time comin', long nines bustin'
Cradle to the grave I be on my grind hustlin'
Sometimes when I think about it, have my mind buggin'
The shit that I been through, things that I've seen
The chicks that I ran through, places I've been
I'm a victim of the very song I sing
That's how it is in the heart of it, most want no part of it
Some will soothe the pain through booze and narcotics
I'mma hold my head, stay true to where my heart is
[Kool G. Rap:]
You ain't sayin' nothing slick to a can of oil
Tell your man to tell his man that his man's a girl
I holds weight, ya'll niggas skinny like Olive Oil
We throws atleast half a ki' in the pot to boil
Royal niggas, rags to riches
Because your boy breaks bitches like glasses, dishes
Burn money like I put it in some grass and spliffed it
If I don't get my man that's passed, it's not misses
Female donkeys, ya'll niggas ass and dickless
Hard white rap, just some foil like chiclets
Never had a wife, you better settle for the mistress
The truth like Al Capone dying for the syphlis
Cross me, you name flying on the hit list
Ya'll niggas buck, won't even pop a clutch on the gear shift
That ain't the hard pose, nigga, you just scared stiff
I'm on my grizzly, you might walk right into bear shit
You rock your pants too tight, get off that queer shit
No turning back when it's on, I ain't trynna hear shit
Like the coast guard, I got them choppers than can airlift
[Chorus: Tash Mahogany]
Sword, don't you know what you bring?
You destroy everything - all the blood that you give to men
There's, no excuse I could give - we just all want to live
All the war that you bring to men
War - is comin' home - takes families
War - I'm not a great big fan of it
War - is something that is scandalous
Oh no – oh no
War - is comin' by air, land, & sea
War - is man's insanity
This world... for sure...
Must stop - this world of war
[Ghostface Killah:]
Tell ya fake niggas don't get me involved, my back is chunky
Four-five hanging out the jeans, is crunchy
Facial hair beard, looking like Abe Lincoln
Stand next to you and my jewels look like ya cage is shrinking
Love sweets like a dope fiend, nodder with fat hands
Keep birds around me, they be calling me Batman
Precisely I pop like cheap luggage, prefusely bleeding
Word on the streets is you lost three buckets
Fuck it, you keep dying, I'm into red diamonds
Rob me, bitch, I have your whole hood crying
Lighting candles on the street like, 'why you trying? '
Oh lord, why you had to lullabye him
His jewels is cursed, his seeds is first
When he do shows, he pop a wheelie off his murst
Six three, medium built, tall like Lurch
While ya'll faggots be sleep, he be putting in work
[RZA:]
That's his absorbance stance, I got it down to a glance
It's war, I got the biggest gun down my pants, pants
Got a rock, rocket in my pocket
For to knock ya head right out the socket
Turn teardrops to smile, been glanced this spare child
Spra ya gallon of mace in your face, burn off your 'brows
No phone home, you dribbling, we stone ya sibling
Get my bloods from Tilden, to burn your building
Poison tip dagger sword, chop through your collar bone
No, you don't got a fucking chance to holler home
Nice dream, your sliced spleen, cut through your ice bling
G-O-D, heats, melts you like it's ice cream
I'm not vanilla, I'm black panther chinchilla
My cousin's an orangutan, my brother's a gorilla
The other's a ape, he turn a rainbow straight
Get you trapped in the jungle now you can't escape
War it is, that's the biz, glock pop, plops the feds
Split your wig, crack your whip, smack your wiz, blast your 'quip
Chains and whips, planes and ships, guns, swords and flintstones
And bricks, munch, clothes and kicks, you know it's
[Intro: girl (RZA)]
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got)
(We all that we got, we all that we got)
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got)
(We all that we got, we all that we got)
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got)
(We all that we got, we all that we got)
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got)
[RZA:]
Aiyo, we keep these wizzes in the lab, held down like hostages
Dime pieces, deep throat like ostriches
I'm vegetarian, don't eat swine sausages
You defeat the Killa Beez? Don't be proposterous
[Crisis:]
Bobby, steal the show, let 'em know who got the shit
[RZA:]
Zu, muthafucka, Wu, (yeah), we got this shit
[girl:]
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi
[RZA:]
E-lectricity, e-lectricity
Yeah, shells all in my clip, wizzes all on my dick
Leather wood, on the whip, rubbergrips on four fifths
Escape from jakes, if I'm traced, more paper to make
My team form the C.R.E.A.M., we exchange it for cake
Cherries on the top, I grind for the gwop
I'm grot, then I shine, then I rise to the top
Roll, with flurries of cops, money bulging in my socks
Loving my block, cuz we all that we got, got
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi
Oh yeah, ya'll know who is he, ya'll keep these wizzes dizzy
[girl & Monk:]
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi
[RZA:]
E-lectricity, e-lectricity
[Chorus x2: Crisis, Monk]
I love my hood and my block, cuz it's all that we got
Digital... why...
You can't do me nothing, you won't succeed
You moving fast, reduce your speed
Weak producers, imitate my beat
When they face me, make 'em kiss my feet
You can't break me, you get deflected
Can't remake me, already perfected
Wu-Tang slang, to disrespect it
Your heart get pierced from hard darts ejected
I walk wit a pocket computer, out talk the prosecutor
Slipped through these metal detectors with plastic German lugers
With all rubber bullets, my dogs, they love to pull it
Stay black hooded, dunn, Timberland footed
Deadly dialect, Digitech, I'm six steps ahead
Spread like plague, plus I wire taped the feds
Brain wave manipulation, radios in my head
Sip Colloidal silver, immune cells get fed
Deflecting viruses, I'm overcoming biases
True lion of Judah, bout to reclaim the lioness
Devil expiration date, time to set the nation straight
You should pay attention to the words I articulate
Goodie goodie, I walk it out in the hoodie
And let my shoulder lean, just some gangsta boogie...
You now rocking with the best, Compton's finest with finesse
By the dress code and approach, you can tell I bang the left
West Side of the coast, everybody's cutthroat
Bitches love to start shit, they also love to deep throat
Three wheel and hundred spokes, while I'm blowing chronic smoke
Turning corner after corner, with my Southern Cal folk
But the underground in the city life, it ain't a playground
I'm loyal, dedicated, always ready to throw down
My morals, and my values, retire up on the richter
Speak this vivid, so you clearly get the picture
And description of a real one, standing in your mist
I don't just talk, I walk this Killa Cal shit
Footprints of a legend as a I paint the concrete
King of the jungle, still no one can compete
With my entourage, call ya squad, I checkmate 'em with a pawn
Word up
Wu Tang up in this joint
Wu Tang forever
Wu Tang, Wu Tang
Wu Tang, Wu Tang forever
(Here comes the rain)
Word, Wu Tang Forever
(Here comes the rain)
Wu Tang forever, the Ryzarector in your sector
(Here comes the rain)
From Shaolin to the holy city of Mecca
(Here comes the rain)
Yo, yo, assassination, vaccination, poor education
Infatuation with Satan with global nation taxation
Fiber optic microscopic biological germ
Mad Cow burger on the market, captain of your starship
I never departed once I started
To explore these regions that was uncharted
Leave your heart broken, yo I stand tall
Like buildings on Van Dyke's, all mics
Beats strike like a noisy four train late night
Chase got New York for the Life, we out of state
Can't smoke a bone in the staircase with out gettin' chased
Penny candy poisonous rappers
Best to chill or get your head gashed
Lemon head, sour patch kids, best to grab
A Life Savor, I'll Jaw break ya, Boston Bake ya
Then plant my sunflower seed on every square acre
The beauty of my nature shown through Shaquaisha I Mecca
When I made myself Equality, known to my reflector
Stay in your playpen boy, and babble for your formula and cried
You pacified, this lullaby from the black butterfly
Here comes the rain again
Falling on your head like a tragedy
Falling on your head causing new demotions
Not even
Yo, yo, I'ma show this metamorph-is as the King takes his office
Keep my planets in orbit, never forfeit, or quit
Move forward, I talk with the awkward slang
I walk with, the Wu Tang, yo
Heavy thoughts can't be held down by the laws of gravity
Watch for the lime in the temple tryin' to plot your tragedy
A game rank with, the high officials at the banquet
For attemptin' to hijack the Wu Tang Manual under his blanket
Can't interpret 'cause your brain is short circuit
This dumbness left your body numbness try to come amongst us
What's your angle?
Rectangle or triangle?
As my truth of square drains you
Of your power the death angel
Strangles you like a weed, choking the helpless flower, you cower
You feel the power of the final shower
Here comes the rain again
Falling on your head like a tragedy
Falling on your head causing new demotions
Not even
Here comes the rain again
Falling on your head like a tragedy
Falling on your head causing new demotions
Not even the naked eye, can see
Not even the naked eye, can see
(Tragedy)
Here comes the rain again
(The reign of terror)
Falling on your head like a tragedy
(Fallin' on your head like a tragedy)
Falling on your head causing new demotions
Not even eye can see
Word up, word up Wu Tang
Wu Tang, Wu Tang
That's right, ninety-seven February
[Intro: Beretta 9 (RZA)]
Drip, drip
It's hot outside man (drop, drop) One, two
I know niggas is "Thirsty" (boodoodoodooodoodoo)
(Bobby Digital) One, two
It's hot outside (Bo-Bo-Bo-Bo)
About a motherfuckin' hundred degrees, humid
(Bo-Bobby, yeah, Digital)
And niggas is "Thirsty" (Di-Di-Di-Digital)
[Beretta 9 (RZA):]
Ayo, this I dedicate to niggas who bust guns
All my live niggas who sold Vamps and didn't "Run"
My juveniles wild to stay out past their curfew
A build upon life and drink beers like their pops do
A subject of the streets, yo kid it's "Burning Season"
Don't expose the joint without intentional reason
Summer time (Digital), dehydrated, niggas out to quench thirst
Quench thirst, we might want to stay in home, oh fuck it
Rock the camo', I got the ammo
A long shot, look like I play for the Knicks
So call me Rambo, Beretta 9, Killarm' recon' (Digital)
Rob me, I might rob you, then it be on
[RZA:]
Digital...
Radical "White Boy" push skate board, not Mountain Dew
Old splash, d'ya see that bright yellow shirt with the Wu W?
Faced you with the flight of a butter fly wing
Fierce as the eagle, sting of the underground beatle
Might wobble or fall down inside the squabble
In summer time, cracked the ice cold bottle
Take the swallow, and give all praises due to the true
Watch your hoe look at me, like I'm Leonardo DiCaprio
Wanna stick her tip of her tongue through my piss hole
You play the target, and I be the guiding missile
Oh, how they long this strong grissle
Yup, see that flesh is weak
But it taste so good, they want the recipe
The king catch the queen, don't mess with me
Kssh, yo, my niggas never grow up, drink til they throw up
Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up
Drunk from that Brass Monkey, grass junkies
Walk around with the brain of a Crash Dummie
How dare you try to come and gas crash from me
You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie
It's I God, inside your iPod
Cuz my squad, nigga, is die hard
Who rock meaner, than the Gods from Medina
You numb skull girls, be caught and talking Tina
Bitch, suck a dick and die, forty five lit the sky
Fool, let the shit fly, split, right between your eye
Nothing like that little slit split in between her thighs
Sitting on the nine, applehead, bitch, let it ride
Hickory dickory, block, niggas is slippery
Glocks tucked down my socks, secures my victory
You like fourth period, son, you history
White girls with big ass, I check them suspiciously
Vanilla Pearline, had the saline
Stuffed inside her jeans, made the niggas day dream
Unbeatable, like the old Brooklyn A-Team
I'm wild like a Shaolin nigga in State Green
Jalopeno rocks, might drop from my nina
car 36, 36, we got a situation in progress
37 between 106th
we got a possible homicide
all cars, all cars, we got a situation down
Aiyo, toxi' off the grey goose, vodka, shots of hypnotic
Ya'll bitches want beef, son, you got it
Fresh off the bliz-knock, Bob Diz-noc
Plex on the K.B., son, you get shiz-not
Right in your hiz-ead, you'll be diz-ed
Don't front on this nigga, I'mma from New York Ci-zey!
Ya'll butter pec', make my nuts weak
Have me walk around, talkin' backward with stutter speak
Like tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh
Butter pec', make my nutter weak
And ya'll crabs down south, you ain't got a clue
How it feel to slip in that papi chino power u
White Cadillac truck just high beamed us
Mami look like she was Angie Martinez
I don't espanol, I play imposter
I was like "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?"
And slip back to my casa
She was like "Nigga! You sound like rasta!"
I'm the ace in the decks...
I'm the ace in the deck, still casin' a Tec
That filled with the taste of the lead, buck buck
The bass and the treb', the space in the back
Where chumps walk by, and they face get slapped
I'm not known to talk a lot
Sit on five whips, son, so I don't walk a lot
Got ten chicks, so I don't hawk a lot
Been around the world, but I love New York a lot
Especially up in Bedstuy, with those crazy Cuffies
Or in Fort Green, with those crazy Cuffies
Ya'll floss like ya'll Jay-Z and Puffy's
You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy Cuffie
Bobby! Fuckin' the mics is my hobby
Fuckin' the mics is my hobby
[Intro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample]
"Take the sword"
"The sword?"
"Come on, give me the sword"
"Huh?"
"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"
"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"
"Pick up the sword!"
[RZA:]
Yo, aiyo, chumps are in trouble, boy, tongue pay double, boy
I'm trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy
I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble
Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
Hot lead from the cylinder, from my two-shot dillinger
Put that hot steel in ya, bigger not feeling ya
Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric
No need to scratch your hair, son, the clean to my static
Strange apparatus and gadgets, my bullets got magnets
Pop pop pop, we attract to that crab shit
Super superior stamina, there's a Clan of us
All of what bulldozers, hard hats and jack hammers
And leather Old Testament copies, I'll probably
Give you a out of body experience, then hide your body
So there's no return, so burn, baby, burn
My click fucking sick, nigga, learn, baby, learn
I got Milwaukee chicks like Shirley and Laverne
They bite ya dick off, after swallowing your sperm
And slice ya fucking throat while you lay there in sperm
They related to the judge, to the case, to the germ
You chumps are in trouble, boy, I said tongue pays double, boy
I"m trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy
I put your head in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble
Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
Frickles and fragles, nigga, get too fragile
Pump the fuck up, my brain, is on Scrabble
[Beretta 9:]
Aiyo, back for this annual conference, confronted on
You wack MC's, it's duck season, the hunt is on
What B9 squeezing and game is locked, a run upon
Thinking that you were the shit, nah, that's once upon
I doubt my run while you sit, I bust my gun from the hip
Why even make you a song, and when you ain't worth a skit
My niggas kill for the sum, and the'll be cursed for the flick
Probably til midnight until, scheeming on pussy to split
And then we back like crack, nigga, take a swig of that
Twist a twenty sack of black, figure, oh he a good kid
Such a nice smile he had, oh one more state
Then I whip it on that, slip slipping in the grass
Sip sipping on the glass, now I'm dipping down the ave.
[Outro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample]
"Take the sword"
"The sword?"
"Come on, give me the sword"
"Huh?"
"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"
David, David, David, David, David Banner
(2008, get that cake, hahaha
Bodododo, yo, yo)
And I'm straight off the block, and I'm straight off the block
Lon, London, Japan, Lon, London, Japan
And I'm straight off the block, and I'm straight off the block
Lon, London, Japan, to the top of the pot
Who got the biggest dick? Who got the phattest whip?
Who got the baddest bitch? Who got the fullest clip?
Crib in Paris, France, plus in Maryland
In Baltimore, I bought the cabstand
Up in Burbank, the crib, I smiled at Hillary
Bless the valley with the hundred dollar chivalry
Got the UFC Bodog on my catalog
Mayor Koch Records, they the landlord
It's the Digitech, you ain't get a check
You better get a deal, better make a bet
Get ya money right, what an appetite
I see ya'll cats later, about to catch a flight
J m'appele, Bobby Digital
Comme ta le vous, mademoiselle
La original, pouf e tranquille
Ai ont pope ordinal, ladite
Baobabs, etre be on
Savait, let's get it on
Plus the yacht, we just docked
Yo Kinetic, son (yeah) let 'em flop
(A box of Belvedere), private stock
My Karachi jacket, Gucci watch
Yo, Rugged Monk, scotch on rocks
{Aiyo, Bobby D, what's up with Goldielocks?}
RZA, they ain't weren't expecting this one, baby
Uh, yeah, it's ya boy David Banner, south side to the day I die
You knowhatimtalking about?
They weren't expecting us to hook this one up, youknowhatimtalking about?
N.Y.C., straight to Mississippi, you knowhatimtalking about?
Get your money, pimping, it don't matter where you are
You in London, you in Japan, youknowhatimtalking about
You in Spain, you in Italy, wherever the hell you are
Get up on your money, pimping, youknowhatimtalking about?
[RZA:]
Yo, yo, back on the track
Bound to make your neck snap
Like riding the Scream Machine with no seat strap
Bob, bitch, hot throb, bitch
Get on your job, bitch, suck my knob, bitch
And get the fuck out my face
I ain't got no time and I ain't got no space
I pop again until you're finished
I'm charged up like Popeye and two cans of spinach
Laid out in a beach in Venice
Bitches all up in my grill like the dentist
Talking "Bobby, when we're gon' party?"
Big ass hoes with the pussy hair notty
Smoke until the throat get groggy
Fucking all night til the mirror go foggy
Cute cat like Heathcliff, I speak with the speech
Three gift, ginseng keep the meat stiff
If you wanna take a sniff or a whiff, bitch
Bow down, get the fuck on your knees
And just don't squeeze my nuts too hard
I won't slap your butt too hard
But let me just fuck you hard
Hard, hard - listen
[Chorus: Free Murda]
Ma, stop acting like you so fly
When you know you a freak on the inside
Ma, stop acting like you so fly
See them rims, rotating on that G5
Ma, stop acting like you so fly
You a dime, fat ass and them thick thighs
Ma, stop acting like you so fly
I'm trynna do nice things for the whole night
[ShaCronz:]
You can catch Crizzy with a bad freak
We got hoes that take care of us, my team's spoiled like bad meat
We rotten like bad teeth, roll with mad heat
TV's in the rearview, with armored glass seats
If I like your butt, means I like the cut
Weight on triple beams, bitch price is up
Fight the rush, on sight, we like to bust
Steel, hype as fuck, team nice as fuck, what?
[RZA:]
I bring catarack on forty feet back
And I bang rap beats over 43 tracks
Wu-Wear fleece and a Gucci lenin
Get drunk with the cops, fucking police women
Playing poker with the squadron sergeant
Get free food and clothes, muthafuck the bargain
The black ghetto prince, leave no metal print
Get put through the hood on the back of an elephant
Police escort, gat in the JanSport
Napsack, plus I just left court
And I was late for that court date
Because I was up all night fucking Strawberry Shortcake
Bad Power Rule from out of Pelon
Who had the pink & blue panties, do like the neon
Lights, the free on ice, the ebon' life
Clothes drop like one blow from the Leon fight, listen
[Chorus]
[Outro: Free Murda]
So fly, on the inside
So fly, on that G5
Ma, stop acting like you so fly
You a dime, fat ass and them thick thighs
Ma, stop acting like you so fly
Oh, Bobby, why do you treat me so bad?
You know I love you
But why do some it wasn't me?
But why do some in front of me?
Oh, baby, baby, you was acting so shady
I thought that you were sticking me
Another girl, you're tricking me
I gotta go 'cause I thought that I was yo' baby
But why do some it wasn't me?
But why do some in front of me?
Oh, baby, baby, you was acting so crazy
I thought that you were sticking me
Another girl, you're tricking me
I gotta go 'cause I thought that you were my baby
Girl, you can't trick me nor can you stick me
You try to play slickly, said you strictly dickly
But you and your friends, you play the licky licky
I figured it out when I caught that hickey
Between yo' legs with yo' chocolate slippy
Now Bob busy, gotta taught you like Frisbee
Out the window, off and away you go
Ain't got no time and no love for hoes, fuck
How many project sluts wanna nut or get touched?
And ramped up in the back of my truck
Or to eat the Benz up when yo' girlfriend would
Have her knees to her ears so I can slip in good
Bobby now walk the block with black hoody hat
Dog on the prowl upon to snatch the little putty cat
Red Red Riding Hood and I'm the Big Woof
'Bout to puff off these pistols like I'm George Bush
And push, push through your power U
Goosh, goosh explode my load
Have it running down your toosh, toosh
Now you speaking the round like a crook, crook
Trying to look inside my phone book, book
'Bout to loose it all, girl, you shook, shook
It ain't my fault that your love got jooks, jooks
It ain't my fault that your love got jooks, jooks
It ain't my fault that your love got jooks
But why do some it wasn't me?
But why do some in front of me?
Oh, baby, baby, you was acting so shady
I thought that you were sticking me
Another girl, you're tricking me
I gotta go 'cause I thought that I was yo' baby
But why do some it wasn't me?
But why do some in front of me?
Oh, baby, baby, you was acting so crazy
I thought that you were sticking me
Another girl, you're tricking me
I gotta go 'cause I thought that you were my, baby
C'mon man, save it, go ahead with that, boo
Oh, you take me for a fool, I shit my sister for you
Claim on sneaking, sleeping, creeping, cheating, you bugging, yo
Listening to yo' cousin now because she a lonely hoe
Siffle fickle minded dizzy trying to insult I
Now you wanna go and turn around and to ask why
Peace be out bounce, spread yo' wings fly
Me loud, c'mon, how? That ain't God's style
C'mon man, you don't know me by now?
Three years in, I should've messed around but somehow
I kept it real, girl, I was ya nigga until
Ya switched the whole current and if that's how you feel
Be out, be out, yo, be the fuck out
But why do some it wasn't me?
But why do some in front of me?
Oh, baby, baby, you was acting so shady
I thought that you were sticking me
Another girl, you're tricking me
I gotta go 'cause I thought that I was yo' baby
But why do some it wasn't me?
But why do some in front of me?
Oh, baby, baby, you was acting so crazy
I thought that you were sticking me
Another girl, you're tricking me
I gotta go 'cause I thought that you were my, baby
Oh, Bobby, why do you treat me so bad?
You know I love you
But why do some it wasn't me?
But why do some in front of me?
Oh, baby, baby, you was acting so shady
I thought that you were sticking me
Another girl, you're tricking me
I gotta go 'cause I thought that I was yo' baby
But why do some it wasn't me?
But why do some in front of me?
Oh, baby, baby, you was acting so crazy
I thought that you were sticking me
Another girl, you're tricking me
See the joy of life beginning
See the joy of life beginning
Oh sweet joy!
A brand new baby boy
My mind flashed back to the early moon
When I was just a sperm cell in the fallopian tube
In the mist of a state of triple darkness
Going through a struggle so I could exist
Avoiding everything that came within my path
As I watch other sperm cells get ripped in half
One out of a million completes the job
And for the other sperm cells the womb is a grave yard
Though my travels I had to pass through
Alot of battles and violent hassles
Cause inside the womb I was a foreign object
I'm like a new nigga walking through the project
Trouble, everywhere I turn
Damn its a struggle just being a sperm
cell, so I attempt to prevail
I guess the womb is the first stage of hell
Now here I am in the danger zone
My head and my tail, my 23 chromosomes
But then again yo it can't be that bad cause my dad
He could have used a body bag
And if so then my tomb would have been the trash can inside my moms bedroom
But they was fucking, they was true to this
And here a go on a mission to the uterus
A million mother fuckers tried to race ahead
But I was the one that fertilized the egg
Then I thought then I was safe
Because I reached home base
But oh no my job wasn't done
In fact my troubles had only begun life as a struggle
Life is the struggle
Life is the struggle
See the joy of life beginning
See the joy of life beginning
Oh sweet joy!
[Intro: The Reverend William Burk]
Yeah, yeah, it's live, it's live, it's going down
What?
[Chorus x2: The Reverend William Burk]
This is a robbery, boy, come out your pockets
We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallets
This is a robbery, boy, gimme them dollars
Gimme them dollars, gimme them dollars
[The Reverend William Burk:]
My third eye, never blind, deep behind assassins
Taurus is the sign, for the dimes that be asking
William Burk, with a mind that's advanced
And put in work, spread knowledge of outlasting
Sharpshooter with a luger, blasting at Lucifer
Asking the trooper of Earth to ride Jupiter
Medusa the ruler of wicked women and timid men
We killing cops til they free my nigga Killa Sin
And licking shots in the battle when the war begin
Wrath of the prominent, all hail the Gods again
Reign of the dominant, we looking for Osama Bin
Laden, plotting on the fall of evil rotten men
All my squad is wise as King Solomon
This all for one, and one for all, til the very end
Cause once I got a friend, I never forgot a friend
See I I'll blend, equal ten minus three
[Chorus: RZA]
It's a robbery, boy, come out your pocket
We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallet
It's a robbery, boy, come out your pocket
We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallet
[RZA:]
Nigga, whether welfare cheese or franks and beans
Or no frill can goods, you want it all from the hood
Fifty packs of Oodles and Noodles, dipsey doodles, cheese doodles
Next to the West Indian man who try to blow voodoo
On your most beloved, why I come down from regions undiscovered
I have you hovered over by black brothers in public, it's rugged
My fatal wound, you not immune, I'm departing like King Arthur
Open hand combat is unlimited, I'm the tomcat, word
The old war calling Maserati with the spoiler
Carry middle east oil and hot water boilers
Cop pull bars from NATO, eating fried green tomatoes
We will bake your head like it's Mr. Potato
Me and Reverend Burk is like Green Hornet and Kato
Godfather, the Clan man, don't you turn Fredo
Calm like sippin' top sake, northern Vodka Hanna
Train like Rocky defending Apollo Creed's honor
The Steels unbendable, it's not recommendable
To defend the rule, we come up, we finish you
Cause then the Liquid Sword will strike down, diminish you
Your fate like the bottom of an old worn tennis shoe
I'm just skinning you, not aiming for ending you
The multiple, the force of the pen could do
[Chorus: The Reverend William Burk]
This is a robbery, boy, come out your pockets
We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallets
This is a robbery, boy, gimme them dollars
Gimme them dollars, gimme them dollars
[Chorus: RZA]
It's a robbery, boy, come out your pocket
We hit the lottery, boy, it's in your wallet
It's a robbery, boy, come out your pocket
Niggas never grow up, some drink til they throw up
Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up
Grass junkies, drunk on that Brass Monkey
Walk around wit the brain of a Crash Dummie
How the fuck you gonna try to gas cash from me?
You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie
Culture this I God, all inside your iPod
Cuz my squad, nigga is die hard
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's getting colder
Hood's like Iraq, and I'm just a soldier
Niggas creep, yo, check it, yo, yo
Welcome to the City of God, where it's gritty and hard
And these dogs walk around at least, fifty a squad
Saying give me a yard, trynna, split me a broad
Maybe, spit me a dart, so I could, get me a car
Niggas creep, half can't read or speak
Shoot the whole crib, buckwild like Little Zeke
From the slums, yeah, we be the blind, deaf and dumb
We got six year old sons, knowing how to use a gun
They would shoot and don't think about it, won't even blink about it
Go home, lay on momma breast, nigga, drink about it
So while you huff and you puff, like you rough and tough
Your ass turn to a bitch once you in the cuffs
Nobody understands me, not even my family
Most important man on the planet, still they ban me
Instead of giving praises and revealing a Grammy
They'd rather see me stressed out, concealing my jammy
Hoping, I got smoked out and broke like Sammy
Spent the wheel of fortune then get struck wit a whammy
Never that, black, I got my act together
Yo, what up, dunn?
Yo, yo, yo
Aiyyo, peace, what up, guy? Yo, what up, dunn?
Word, just watching the store you know
Got all the word on the street
What you was outside yesterday?
Word, for a minute went to the store, you know
Caught them cats out there
Some bugged out shit was going down last night
Fucking with them niggaz off the Ave and shit, you know?
Word, niggaz be bugging out there
Yo, what's the word on the street?
Yo, fuck that yo
I heard cops raided the weed spot and four deep
They backed in two dreads in the eighty-five [Incomprehensible]
You know who I mean? He moved to Shaolin from Queens
Fronting like he was down with the Escobar team
I heard T.T. got shot in the ass over some wiz
And Pooky caught two to the chest but yo, he lived
And plus Little Duck and Love, they got busted
I told them niggaz, don't be slinging while they dusted
Yo, you see, me little cousin Shawn, his man Royce
Yeah, Shawn broke his arm on the basketball court
Word his sister Febe got cut off from welfare
And those two nappy head kids got sent back to child care
Bastards, he got slapped by Mouth Gib
Acting like he had an arm to take in his crib
Yeah that faggot ass nigga caught that beef from his rib
It's the projects, dunn, you got one life to live
Murder, caught 2-4, triple homicide
Mental rhyme disorder shit but never testified
Hold on, guy, chill, my other line
Make it fast, guy, don't have me on hold for a long time
It's twenty cents a call and I only got a dime
It's hot on the block and I'm surrounded by crime
Yo, aiyyo, shigga, check the drama that was my little nigga Hama
[Prince Rakeem & Girl Talking]
Aoow
Sexy Stuff
Oh Yeah!
Definetly
Oh Yeah
[Chorus]
[Rakeem:] I got too many ladies, I got to learn to say no
[Woman:] Ohh, We Love You Rakeem
[Rakeem:] I got too many ladies, yo, I got to learn to say no
[Woman:] Ohh, We Love You Rakeem, Ohh Rakeem
[Verse One:]
Time is moving slow, life is a drag
This money to make ya, more girls to bag
Fully aware, so I step upon the square
Lookin for what? The cooty and the chair
Flex and I flex on the opposite sex
Hit 'em off quick and step to the next
It's seems I'm a feem for a sex routine
Love to hear them scream
(Woman: Ohh Rakeem)
And my response is "Oh"
Always satisfy them, you know how I flow
But since I'm not lazy, I'm buck wild and crazy
I kiss the bussom, but never eat the daisies
And my ladies love me deeply
Because I'm handsome, charming and freaky
And when they need me, they won't go
And now I'm stuck, I should of said no
[Chorus 2:]
[Woman:] Ohh we love you Rakeem
[Rakeem:] And I love you to
[Woman:] Ohh we love you Rakeem
[Rakeem:] Thank you
[Woman:] Ohh we love you Rakeem
[Rakeem:] Your far too kind
[Woman:] Ohh Rakeem
[Rakeem:] Gosh
[Woman:] Ohh we love you Rakeem
[Rakeem:] You feeling mutual love
[Woman:] Ohh we love you Rakeem
[Rakeem:] Oh do you?
[Woman:] Ohh we love you Rakeem
[Rakeem:] Hmmmmm
[Woman:] Ohh Rakeem
[Verse Two:]
When I walk down the block
The girls stop and glock
They hop on my jock
Cause I got mad props
Tall & slim with the brown skin conflection
Half them sweating my love and affection
As I collect them, I must wan't to protect them
Love them deeply, but never disrespect them
I keep a tab on the large amount
But sometimes I find myself losing count
Of Latika, Diane, Lisa
Stephanie, Jackie, Teresa
Sharonda, um um, Veronica
Latasha, Sinthia & Monica
Never the less, you must give respect
To the femine queens that the God selects
I love them all, but even though
I'm rather happy, I should of said no
But yet my ego gets in the way
And always something that I'll never say
I'd just bag them, keep 'em under my wing
Put them in a posse, and et them sing
[Chorus 2: Rakeem saying these lines instead]
Do you
Say it again baby
Yes I like it
Come on you can say it louder
Cuz I love you all
Thank you
Rakeem Allah the greatest baby
Hip hop is all about having fun, yo, yo
Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll cowards know me
Wit the strength of Samson, you still couldn't hold me
I got the rock stone from David's slingshot
Who could master the wisdom to which Rakeem got?
Watch for the cops, third eye like the Cyclops
Red from the chronic, don't need no eye drops
Swinging white tops on the block til 4 o'clock, then hit IHOP's
Fiends in line like I, Robot
Take a hit, and transform like the GoBots
Tell my uncle that I know what he know not
Bank like Agent Cody, on the hunt like raping coyotes
Wild like forty Mexicans sippin' on peyote
In an all black Toyota, W's on the grill, steering wheel and the motor
Out to get the mills, til I'm paid like Bob DeNiro
With seven prime numbers that's followed by God zero's
MC epitome, but these ducka sucka muthafuckas trying to get rid of me
But if you decipher my lyrics, truthfully and not critically
You'll see I influence the world mentally as well as physically
Emotionally, promotionaly, devotionally, socially
Speak the truth, and tell you how it's supposed to be
Zig Zag Zilla came, where's up the hilla man?
Bododo, rewind that shit
Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll cowards know me
Wit the strength of Samson, you still couldn't hold me
I got the rock stone from David's slingshot
Who could master the wisdom to which Rakeem got?
Watch for the cops, my third eye like the Cyclops
Red from the chronic, I don't need no eye drops
Swinging white tops on the block til 4 o'clock, then hit IHOP's
Fiends in line like I, Robot
Take a hit, and transform like the GoBots
Tell my uncle that I know what he know not
Bank like Agent Cody, on the hunt like raping coyotes
Wild like forty Mexicans sippin' on peyote
In an all black Toyota, W's on the grill, wheel and the motor
Heading to North Dakota
With the cocaine, plus the baking soda
MC epitome, but these savages trying to get rid of me
If you decipher my lyrics, truthfully not critically
You'll see I influence the world mentally as well as physically
Emotionally, promotionaly, devotionally, socially
Nigga, tell you how it's supposed to be
Zig Zag Zilla came, bododododododo
Where's up the hilla, man?
Ya'll cowards know me, hahahahahahaha
D for Digital, I - Irresistible
G be Graphical, I - Immeasurable
T come Technical, A - Analytical
L be that Lyrical, who? Bobby Digital
D for Digital, I - Irresistible
G be Graphical, I - Incredible
T for Technical, A - Analytical
L for Lyrical, who? Bobby Digital
(Yeah, we gon' take it back RZA)
Who the fuck stepped on the wire?
You stupid mutha - BRRR
Hahahahaha, so you thought you was going to escape, didn't you?
You thought you could escape?
Aiyo, let the wolves in, aiyo, son
Aiyo, G, yo, let the wolves in
All the niggas in the back
All the wolves in the back, come up front
We gon' get savage real quick
Fuck that, aiyo, hold on, hold on, hold on, nigga
Man, get the fuck off my feet, man
Fuck off nigga, I'm trying to do my shit
Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, Happy New Year, nigga
Merry Christmas, it's July, hahahahah
So the mad scientist continued to drink the Digital Elixir
Fighting with the good and evil inside himself
Trying to be Bobby, trying to be RZA
Trying to be one, trying to be real
Trying to be unreal, trying to be super real, nigga
Rest in peace to the ODB, greatest MC of all time, greatest performer
One of the greatest performers of all times
[kung fu sample:]
Now, it's the master's turn though
I'm betting in, well there's a show here
[Intro: RZA]
Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid, watch your step
Watch your step, kid, watch your step..
Yo, yo, yo
[RZA:]
We take your wizzes away, like we be called on
Deep in space like the Millennium Falcon
Ya'll be fools, scored like ancient Babylon
Rabbits and turtles, all run the marathon
Yup, ya'll paper chasing, ya'll human racing
Who got the best basement?
You got a 6SL, I got a SSL
I score movies, make Supreme Clientele
[Chorus: Thea Van Seijen (RZA)]
Oh, here I am (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack)
No, can't get it near, I quit (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack)
All day, all night, what brings to you life
For you in the world (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City Crack)
[RZA:]
Silly rabbits, trynna disrespect The Abbott
Don't you know that we'll turn your cold body to maggots
I got forty million records sold, some platinum, some gold
Some we just put out to meet the tax code
Your career will be shorter than the 21st of December
Be one of those thousand rappers no one remembers
While my name is carved on trophies, colleges recite my bars
You can look up, and see my name up on the stars
And when it comes down to that basic talent
I got 20 little cousins that can meet your challenge
Yo, stop and listen, and check this proposition
Son, got lots of vision, plus lots of wisdom
Hindsight, foresight, insight, out of sight
Some try to imitate, but they are not alike
They only piggy back, have a Digi Snack
That Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack
[Chorus]
[kung fu sample:]
We're just dealing, of a man
Tough take before you
A cryptic to your power
The reason why we slept and spared your son's life
Was to give you faith
Thank you, man, thank you
You fight well, the hand must reach to the sky
Save the best for me, and have perfect breathing
Good breath control, you know of these
[Afro Samurai:]
He got to be the one Samurai [x3]
[Afro Samurai:]
He got to be the number one one one
[RZA:]
A brother strive to stay alive without killing no one
His swordplay exceeds the speed of your gun
He's stunned by the sliced, so pertrise, so concise
Dice your arm off before you even bring twice
Still old afro naughty king of a castle
Part of William statues for those who died in battle
Ninjas flow like a sparrow, twist up like a gyro
Trying to bring my father back through synthetic bio
Ceeo must be evil for outta for cathedral
To think she can go against the mighty Afro
Oh! no whether friend or foe
Until voted number one they all fall below
[Afro Samurai:]
He got to be the one Samurai [x3]
[Afro Samurai:]
He got to be the number one one one
[9th Prince:]
Yo, yo
Verbally I'm a beast released to the streets
Spit on the cross, choke the reverend
Fuck it I'm a kill the priest
9th Prince lyrical samurai
Cocaine cowboys lynch from here to Panama
Check out my double edge sword
Killarm woodlot my third eye is my shield
I choose to kill by will
Duckin parole, now I am on the run like track and field
The black Samson, keep a blade in my afro
Ask your hoe about the grandaddy flow
Watch me kill this bitch ass nigga in slow mo'
I'm from Staten Island but now I live in Harlem the city of Gotham
Who the fuck got a problem?
[Afro Samurai:]
He got to be the one Samurai [x3]
[Afro Samurai:]
Your love so Digi, ahh
You make me dizzy, ahh
Your love so Digi, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Yo, heart pounding, chart bounded
God astounded, well rounded
Lost and founded, stay surrounded
By these hoes, who can't count it
Park the whip, then dismount it
Forty ounce, yeah, I down 'em
Shorties drowns in pools of love
With these ounces, I be lounging
Roof thugs, chew on slugs
Maneuver through, hoods and clubs
Purple kush, by the bush
Dick is curved like Nike swoosh
Push, push, in this bush
Guaranteed to make her shush
Red bone, head on tilt
Six hundred cell phone bill
Big trucks, shell toe wheels
Velcro's loose, hell hold feels
Sell no pills, sell no deals
Niggas' styles, just no frills
You best to chill, nigga
Nigga, yea, you best to chill
Yo, women I love 'em, leave 'em
Lust 'em, but I don't trust 'em
The reason most men be bugging
My lovin' Digi, you heard me?
Might finger fuck 'em
They sell me off in return
Women I love 'em, they love me back in return
I'm just a young man, head smart, cock strong
Got my swag' on, throw a mean dart, fuck it, we on
And got this fly talk, I kick that ass to the curb
You on the sidewalk, you gon' respect the dons words
Hypnotized by her hips and thighs
Beasting on the bitch, I ain't gon' lie
The H-E-Double N-E, Double S-Y
Got me in the vibe, her ass is super sized
I can see the future up in her eyes
We'll be dumb high, keep her occupied
Til the son rise, I beat it up right
Then she can't deny, she heard the roosters cry
Break her ass down with some crucial lines
Nasty darts known to seduce the mind
She all up in my world, she ain't even my girl
But she knowing my world produce dollar signs
Whispered in my ear, she'll swallow mine
Like she don't do this freaky type of shit all the time
Like she was the one, or her head was that bum
When I was small
We had nothing at all
We used to eat Grits, for dinner
It was pain
almost drive a man insane
what we could find for
to survive another day
but I said nah...
An old killa bee once hummed me a tune
Stay up at night, don't sleep on ya moon
Four seeds in the bed, eight seeds in the room
Afternoon cartoon, we would fight for the spoon
Old Earth in the kitchen, yell "it's time to eat"
Across the foyer, ya hear the gather of stampeding feet
One pound box of sugar, and a stick of margarine
A hot pot of Grits got my family from starvin'
Loose with the welfare cheese, thick wit' the gravy
used to suck it, straight out the bottle as a baby
Steamy hot meal serve less than five minutes
Big silver pot, boilin' water, salt in it
House full of brothers and sisters, the pop's missin'
Pillsbury box on the stove in the kitchen
Young shorties in my hood started hustlin'
Packin' bags at the neighbourhood associate
Growin' up, not as fortunate to have that fly shit
I'm too young, no jobs'd hire me legit
You walkin' down the street with ya gun in ya hand
Drinkin, thinkin' of a masterplan
Your Old Earth can't afford what ya friends got
So you roll up to the spot, with ya thing 'pon cock
And it seems worth the takin', stomach achin'
Morning star Reggie makin' go good with the Grits
Now let's take it back for real
when we used to build at ghetto big wheels
with the shoppin' cart wheels, and wood to nail the seat on
Girls skippin' rope in the street
the Summer heat, left the jelly prints stuck to they feet
Skelly chief, flippin' baseball cards for keeps
[Chorus: Dexter Wiggles]
I thought I'd never, see the sun
I thought it never shine again
Then the sun came, back round again
Since you came in my life and then
Like there was no clouds, stand on water
Glory came to shine again
It's a glorious dayyyyyyyyyyy
[RZA:]
Yo, they say great minds think alike, we used to drink all night
Think about things that's wrong and how to make it right
Ice cold bottles of brass, and time flashes
A hundred blunts passes, before the God askes
What's the square miles of the planet, why is the axis slanted?
How much is covered by water, how much is granite?
Every second is the past, every second is the future
Every second is the present, how long does it last?
True I Master Equality, God Body be
Flowing like the Chi energy, inside your arterries
Hand design jewels and rhymes, like fine potery
Even if you went ten time platinum and struck lottery
All the material that you gain in this world
Wouldn't match the price of a snowflake in hell
Bobby, did it all, boy, before you was born
Ya'll front like ya'll thugs, but ya'll niggas be pawn
[Chorus]
[RZA:]
Whether million or billion, or trillion, or quadrillion
Or quintillion, or even six sextillion
We still be building, revealing the truth
All the knowledge that these devils be concealing, it wont stop til
Every soul is killed, then, and healed then
Opressed by the pen, serve the clip, angel wings
Only to be awoken by a Killa Bee sting
Injected with the venom of truth, I defend the youth
The black choppers, I spot 'em through the circle
Go 'head, bust my whip, snake, my shit is gun proof
But the darkest spot in your mind's not sunproof
Here comes the proof, son, we present the proof
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!
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
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
Bobby stop!
Bobby
the cops is comin
(That shit is tight girl)
"hey you!"
(Fuck that mothafucka, you know how I do)
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
He got many whips, many clips, many chicks
and his dick's been sucked by many lips
Many tips, or many Vicks, many sticks
I wanna dedicate this song to the young god, Kareem
The Genius... Digi...
Sing it 'em to real quick, yo
Like to keep my head up to the sky
And ask myself, why, it has to be this way
I'd like to live my life in peace
And have, not to worry about
All the drama, I can't take
Cuz we strive for luxury
And try to feed our families
It always seems that someone seen our way
I'd like to live my life in peace
And have, not to worry about
All the drama, I can't take
I met a young brother, about 28
Who seemed intelligent and rather quite straight
I greeted him, and struck a conversation
To see if the youngster had some self motivation
Peace brother, whats your name? How you be?
(I'm Rugged Monk and I'm all about the currency)
You mean gettin' paid?
Yeah like my man's brother
Who has a condo, he shares with his baby mother
You know a condo beats my apartment
With no lights, no gas and backed up rent
No hot water or heat, infested with plenty rats
That'll eat up the average alley cat
(I'm like damn, homey, thats poverty, he's like)
Word O.G. that bothers me
Plus I'm about to be a new father, G
(We need to wise up and change the hood policy)
Yo, why you fear the devil, as a grown man?
Why you not out there trying to make your own plan?
See we are a victim, of a situation
Where a wicked man, separated the nation
And got us killin' off one another
Black on black, they pit brother on brother
It's gettin' hot, hotter than July
See the murder and crime rate is risin' to the sky
(For example, in my neighborhood it's so hot
I'm often woke up, from the alarming sounding of a shot, so I'm thinking what)
Is your neighborhood a trap?
{Could this be the place marked X on the map?}
(And I'm spotted like a target in a shooting gallery
So I strive to seek for a better salary
So I can escape from where? From this ghetto life area
Explosive mic Bobby trap rap books
The game isn't over, til the kings go wild
A brilliant virtuous doctor, in the 21st century (hahahahahahaha)
Experiments with a strange potion, called Digital Elixir (hahahahahahaha)
That transforms him, into a powerful being
That struggles with the great and evil within himself (hohohohohoho)
While saving the lives of others
Another classic tale of the dangers and benefits of drugs (huh... he's back! Ahh!)
Yo, double dose of danger, it's the Gunfighter and the Stranger
Peep the silver bullets, like the old Lone Ranger
Transform on ya'll niggas, like the Werewolf from London
My cousin Dirty Dick Don, yeah he straight out the dungeon
Man up in the art gall', my girl, my newborn child
God chosen, son, we just sip from the Nile
Gold plated dinner dishes, fresh slice of fresh papaya
Pulled by the scrolls, read the Book of Obadiah
Smack ya head against the wall like a Spalding
My thugs, they carry more drugs than Walgreen's
Mr. Digital, bodododo, sometimes appear invisible
Got this money, now my old bitch is miserable
Old Jack Nicholson grin, I stay sinister
Two billion dollar advance, for a three letter signature
Holy frankincense and myrrh...
Explosive mic Bobby trap rap books
The game isn't over, til the kings go wild
A brilliant virtuous doctor, in the 21st century
Experiments with a strange potion, called Digital Elixir
That transforms him, into a powerful being
That struggles with the great and evil within himself
While saving the lives of others
[sample:]
The legendary number one headband
It's promise is power, omnipotence
Immortality, but at what cost?
One that is greater than any man can imagine
And heavier than any man can bare
No soul who has ever wore it's tattered grace
Has ever escaped the torment of it's infinite burden
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
[Intro: P. Dot w/ RZA laughing]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (Afro!)
[Chorus x2: P. Dot (RZA)]
So many times I had sneak up on them quicker
With my finger on the trigger, like
Like I'm pulling out my sword
This is combat, man, this is war (Afro!)
[RZA:]
Brain stained with the harbor, sword stained with the blood of martyrs
Revenge is a never ending story, Afro's the author
Trying to bother, the bare site of my father
So I'm living today, like there's tomorrow
Sword, inside my sheet, my heart is filled with beef
For all the dead souls, that I chopped into piece
Return, of the Afro sheen, fatal mean guillotine
Sword in my hand, I want the number one headband
[P. Dot:]
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay
[Chorus x2: w/o RZA]
[Outro: P. Dot]
Yeah, yo, what up yo?
Yeah, yeah, what up?
Nothin', man, hold on
Someone beepin' on my other line and shit
Nigga, I've seen everything I wanted to see
Come on son, yo, in my Range Rover runnin' out this muthafucka and shit
I be there in ninety minutes, aight, I make a stop
Aight, peace, one-one
I'm up in the Cherry Range, drivin' fast through heavy rains
My mind's on everything, my Wiz, my seed, the five pounds of weed
My dog got bagged with tryin' to sling in D.C.
My cell phone rings off the hook: "brrring!"
"Kinetic 9: Yo, what's the word, king?"
Duckin' lights, b.s. and problems, pushin' through Holland Tunnel
Tryin' to avoid getting caught up in the funnel
'Cuz in the jungle, sometimes you gotta rumble
With the, the Beez...
... That's why we study degrees
And keep our third eye open for c-cypher punks
Will bag you for a blunt and lock you up for a month
You've seen Bird? You had beef with that chump
And I heard he came home from a two-year slump
Yeah, I heard, I got the pump in the trunk
And when I see that crab, I'm a dump in his lump
'Cuz niggaz ain't shit but welfare cheese
With their food stamp bitches and their coupon seeds
Frontin' with their platinum like they're O's and G's
When faced with the gat, niggaz pose and freeze
And melt like snow on my windshield, that windmills
In my mind spin, they give skin chills
Yo, son, we gotta make them deals
For ten mill's so we can pay them bills, yo
You wanna eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live
Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give
Say what we wanna say, play how we wanna play
Teach what we wanna teach, do what we gotta do
Eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live
Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give
Say what we wanna say, play what we wanna play
Teach what we gotta teach, lay where we wanna lay
Do what we gotta do, eat how we wanna eat
Live how we gotta live, be what we wanna be
Give what we gotta give, say what we wanna say
Play anywhere we play, teach where we gotta reach
Do what we gotta do, lay where we wanna lay
Stay where we wanna stay, pay who we wanna pay
And get our record played, on the radio
Airwaves, without havin' to pay the fuckin' D.J.!
Say what you wanna say, do what you wanna do
Eat how you wanna eat, be what you wanna be
Live how you wanna live, give what you wanna give
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 key in the ignition friction sparks 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
Yo I smell smoke, I hope my engine ain't on fire
Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won't explode
Felt like a scene 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 see, 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
[x2]
Junk turned fragments scattered in all direction
One grazed me, on my kneecap but didn't faze me
Count to three, 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
[Chorus: Infinite]
I'm my brother's, brother's keeper
Through the struggle, our bond is deeper
I know you'll be there, when I need ya
Cause we're brothers, brother's keeper
[The Reverend William Burk:]
Nevertheless, release fighting
Sibling rivalries, my kin'll still ride for me
I'm back to society, killas be moving silently
The world steady trying me, my girl steady trying me
Atleast I got my brother, he never 'fraid to die with me
Through our trials and tribulations, it's tortorous
With a bulletproof bond, hell fire ain't even scorching this
Ten times stronger than the magic of a sorceress
And never put a broad first, no matter how gorgeous she is
With rugged warriors, always come out victorious
Our battles be the gloriest, but that's just how the story is
Love is love love, and all is fair in love & war
My comrad a killer, to the solid core which we adore
I got your back like a chiropractor blood pure
[Chorus]
[RZA:]
Yo, no other could compare to a brother, even from another mother
We bond and love her, our spirits hover over each other
In mutual conflits, change together like convicts
I hold you up by my shoulders, under your armpits
He ain't heavy, he my broham, ready for the program
Whether busting shots, throwing blocks, swinging swords, throwing hands
They can end to the end, not near friends
A kin beyond skin complexion, a hard connection
God protection, loyal, without question
My heart is his heart, my possession his possession
Although life is daily right, makes us sometimes appear weaker
I'm still there for you brother, I'm my brother's keeper
Blessed be the meak, if we strive and to be meaker
Plus, we flow together like the mic through the speaker
Through good times and bad times, happy or sad times
Anytime, all the time, until we reach a flatline
Link like medallions to cables, mixers to turntables
Never turn on each other, like Cain did to Abel
Nah, we stay stable, from the grave to the cradle
And after I save myself, I promise I will save you
Cause you my brother, and my brother's keeper
You my brother, and I'm my brother's keeper
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on
Yeah, my nigga come on
(This is Digital, this is sizzlin'
It's like a vamp, it's like a genie in the land, yo)
Bong bong, bong bong, BZA
Bong bong, bong bong
Bong bong, bong bong, BZA
Bong bong, bong bong
Come on!
All my real niggas push up to the front
(Word up)
Oh shit, look at shorty over there
Caramel deluxe type bitch, yo
Ain't know she suck dick like that
With those big fat lips and those hips like that
She said "Bobby, why you spit like that?
And why you Shaolin Gods push whips like that?"
I said "Hoe, we got chips like that
And Park Hill niggas make flips like that"
In Grass Monkey, yea we sip like that
And we might get drunk and empty clips like that
Then again the Gods build like that
Yo Kinetic, tell 'em son, we keep it real like that
Can't renounce all the timers we sip like that
Honey-dipped blunts, we get high like that
Yo, we dipped every day, yo, we fly like that
Bitches always sayin', "Why you talk like that?"
We B-Boy niggas, you know we walk like that
Why them R&B; niggas tryin' to sing like that?
And you fake crossovers tryin' to bling like that?
You know, my clique snatch ice like that
Take it down to the scale and get a price like that
Snub in the club, don't be nice like that
Catch a body and escape, pull a heist like that
Up front, up front, come on, come on
Bong bong, bong bong, BZA
Bong bong, bong bong
Bong bong, bong bong, BZA
Bong bong, bong bong
Check it
Y'all niggas talkin' shit
We out here tryin' to get paid in a major way
Come on
I rock a six like that
From my dubs in the club, sippin' Cris' like that
Pop a bitch, turnin' trick, get my ish like that
Check the ice, lookin' nice on my wrist like that
I'm the shit like that, dicky-dick like that
Roll with baller sheist types that be sick like that
Set up shop on your block, flip a brick like that
It's the Wu comin' through with a chick like that
Sticky spit like that, what?
What? What?
Nine inches, hoe, we packin' dick like that
Six on the dice, we rollin' licks like that
Half a mil on the deal, we politic like that
Remember '94, we sold mix like that
4 Sho, the whole crew used to sling like that
Indeed, you know the fam, we was the king at that
Guaranteed, now it's Killa Bee sting like that
And I'll punch you in the head with pointed rings like that
And why's this fuckin' crab bleedin' like that?
While you crack-head bitches treatin' seeds like that
My nigga Johnny Blaze smoke weed like that
And the Killa Bee Clan run the streets like that
Big Bobby makin' beats like that
Platinum on the wall, son I eats like that
Damn, you 85's eatin' swine like that
We ain't tryin' to be 'cause y'all blind like that
To all my thugs or who smoke like that
And you coke-head niggas sniffin' coke like that
And you ecstasy cats poppin' dope like that
It's all love 'cause we folk like that
Guaranteed, now we 'bout like that
Kinetic 9, Bob Digi
Yo, we out like that
Bong bong, bong bong, BZA
Bong bong, bong bong
Bong bong, bong bong, BZA
Bong bong, bong bong
For y'all niggas gettin' high we go like this
Bong bong, pop that shit
Bong bong, bong bong, BZA
Bong bong, bong bong
Bong bong, bong bong, BZA
Birth flying high, you know how I feel
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze drifting by, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for...
Birth flying high, you know how I feel
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze drifting by, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me
Who be the last man standin' when I cock back the cannon? (Bobby!)
And blast your ass in search for Michael Landon (and)
Abandon ship, you can't penetrate (and)
My solar eclipse, you dickhead y'all get pussy-whipped (and)
Sword of Conan, wind speed of Rodin (and)
Flow so cold, I freeze M.C.'s to snowmen (and)
Turn 'em up to the sun to defrost them (and)
Proceed with caution, you get your bean baked in Boston (and)
Slice of lemonhead, it's like John Lennon said (and)
Help, you need somebody and (and)
If you ever see somebody and (and)
Fuckin' with the Wu, you gonna be a body and (and)
By me, myself and Bobby and (sha na na) (and)
You superficial nigga, fuck it I'm a superhero (and)
My pistol will turn you to a super zero (and)
Make a fingetip griplock of Royce Gracie (and)
While I'm makin' this cash like Mr. Spaceley (and)
Or Coswell Cogs, I don't fuck with hogs (and)
Your dialogue is stuck, too analog (and)
Is you guns heavy enough? (and)
Is your gold chain truck Chevy enough? (and)
To fuck around with Starks, Rebel and us (and)
B-O-B-B-Y (sha na na) (and)
You superficial nigga, buck it I'm a superhero (and)
My super pistol will turn you to a super zero (and)
Lot of niggaz askin' us, some faxin' us (and)
How I gladiate, take land like Maximus (and)
You listerin', while this winds blisterin' (and)
I'm in the clouds like my man Calrissian (and)
Lando, bust shots like Marlon Brando (and)
You gettin' smacked like I'm playin' black Sambo (and)
Hambone, hambone, haven't you heard? (and)
Papa gonna buy you a mockingbird (and)
If that mockingbird don't sing (and)
Papa gonna buy you a diamond ring (and)
Watch out for the Killa Bee sting (and)
BZA-Bobby (sha na na)
You see that's what we called B-Boy freestyle!
You stupid muthafucka!!!
"and" "Bobby!"
[Intro: Sly Stone]
Afro Samurai...
Blood...
[Chorus: Dionna Nichelle]
It's a family affair
It's a family affair
[RZA:]
Blood, is thicker than mud
Even gangstas and thugs'll prove family love
It's a family affair, no colamity there
It's humanity share, who's the rightful heir
[The Reverend William Burk:]
With sword style so retarded, it leave enemies
Dearly departed, and we nearly cold hearted
But, down for the fam, mad rivers of blood
It started pouring on land, this be a warrior's clan
Without a friend in the world, they find you in the end
But I'm loving my girl, cause she fight for the win
Will sport a sinister grin, when blowing smoke in the wind
Committing menacing sins, all in the name of the kin
With pinpoint precision and a 'fro's that's wild
Cold razor sharp style again, we killing them down
Stay defending on ten, never depending on men
Living the samurai code from a hundred on in
[Chorus x2: w/ Sly Stone ad-libs]
[The Reverend William Burk:]
Will keep blades even sharper than Hattori Hanzo
And be the last man standing after the last blow
Slice with one swipe and like a shovel, the gensu
And swarm like the Wu, when the planet come blitz you
A wise samurai who's aliby is this high
Humble as a butterfly, but a killer inside
Strong family ties, will keep equality prize
Solidy rise, to each other, honestly we can fight
In tune on the attack, platoon up in the back
With room, taking no slack, we zoom in the format
Typhoons, kabooms, and full moons when we combat
Killas for contract, with ninjas and all that
And if you ain't family, we barely gon' interact
Love is for kin folk, a bond is a killer's pack
We strike too quickly for the enemies to react
Blood thick as mud, and a heart is a road map
[Chorus x2: w/ Sly Stone ad-libs]
[Sly Stone:]
Oh child, oh child, grows up be
Somebody, just a little blood
And ah, blood child, grows up to be
The one who just loves blood
My love, supposed to build, see it's in the blood
Refuse to love, blood's thicker than mud, just stand that
[Chorus: RZA]
I'mma beat you down, to the ground
I'mma beat you down, fool
I'mma beat you down, to the ground
I'mma beat you down, dude
I'mma put my foot on yo ass
I'mma break you down, fool
I'mma beat your face with this bat
I'mma beat you down, boy
I'll beat you down, to the ground
I'll beat you down, yo
I'll beat you down, to the ground
I'll beat you down, fool
[Reverend William Burke:]
Yo, dark hallways, dead bodies, it's always
Rats and the O'Jays, songs from the old days
The Chi got a lotta bitter freeze and cold days
Hardly ever went to school, had a lot of snow days
Roll wraps on slow days, and it didn't take long
Before I figured out, these hoes pays
My uncle put me on, stuck, in his old ways
Leaving suckers shook, stuck, in them old graves
Ya'll know the repertoire, I got the peddle to the metal
Like a rebel, and I know just where the weapons are
Ghetto superstar, pushing a super car
A.M.G., C.L.K., C-Allah
Limousines, DVD's, TV's, bar
S.U.V.'s, O.G.'s who travel far
Black on black, double R, we hustle, pa
Stumble hard, bubble double on the boulevard
[Chorus]
[Young Dirty Bastard:]
Freestyle king, top I'm going soar
I'm polishing off with a blood damn saw
Feed it to your tongue, you ain't hungry no more
Keep stabbing ya, until your jaw's ripped out
No mouth piece, nigga, your teeth is knocked out
I'mma keep swinging, I'mma keep swinging
I'mma keep dinging, I'mma keep stinging, ahhh
Jumping on the walls, spider never falls
Lighters in the air, writing on walls
I'mma beat you down, like you stole something from me
Cousing Sha might put something in your tummy!!!
We interrupt your program to bring you
This is a Wu-Tang Killa Bee exclusive blast
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Wu-tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-tang, Wu-Tang
Bobby Steels fables till MCs get your lips stapled
Project Killa Hill is stamped on the map like the compass
Taking sword, play tongue-twist, piercing holes in you
You can't escape seventy-thousand kilowatts blast in your box
Walk with alarm clocks, cars drive explodes on the block
One stop parks, pops in trunk, snears pop loud as glock shots
Pierced like it remain in your face, cops stop, give a citation
Report for radio station identification
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Love IQ got you drunk, you depressed of Wu
Flying monks, fatal darts from your airwaves strike your antenna
You feeled a bit shimmer, it makes you like your dimmer
You thought you turned your dial from this, you best to slit your wrists
Through the soul of your heart like dark Emelius
Unfamiliar, leave no trace like Simon Templer
Rhyme emperor, styles switch daily like temperature
In your atmosphere, the rap racketeer
Six pack battery back keep 'em stacked
I live for hip-hop and tall brown skin sugar plum who love the lollipops
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
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 f**k f**k!
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
Here's to good friends, tonight is kinda special
The beer we brought, must be something wrong, somehow
Muthaf**k the low and brow
Or the Rolling Rock, nigga, 'cause I'm sippin' Cristal
Dom P., folski, yeah, Juliet, ice cold P
Peter Pipers, nigga, take a sip
Sit back, muthaf**ka or I'll bust ya lip
chorus 4X
There's Tanya, there's Sandra
Oh shit, there goes my cousin's baby's mamma
Big ass Nicole with no soul
Who would f**k a muthaf**ka 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 f**k
chorus 4X
