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| RZA Miscellaneous B.O.B.B.Y Ultimate Breakbeats N' shit right? Niggaz still makin' money off o' those shits Loopin' the same shits for a thousand years N' 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, G, the I, the T, A, L Digital Yo You know us to be robust, the greatest crew since Cold Crush This poisonous slang keep emcees avoidin' us Can't think about the proper remedies for destroyin' us Your best bet black is sit back N' start enjoyin' us N' run your commissary, attack your coronary I'ma very revolutionary Honorary is sonic-electronic-brain like Johnny Nneumonic Get boosted from the sorrow N' went Wu-tonic You be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle To serve to your bird with cheese N' pumpernickle Three state Charlie a classic like Marley Marl Tie your ass down N' run you over with a trolley car My nigga Kucky keep 'em Bucky like Dent Intent, read the fine print It says 'do not enter', or cross the lines You be tossed behind N' 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... Four-four 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' (?) brings Rain, hail, snow N' earthquakes, search your mental birthdate 50 state prisons 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 barretta's nines stuffed inside the Wu leather Hot shots melt through your pleather Never endin' story not from the land of Nether We fight for our rights to the death like Mega Evers Wu-Tang Clan Forever, all in 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... Yo Up from the rugged grains of Shaolin soil Old Earth kept a nigga spoilt Though the reigns to my veins remain royal Burnin' up high speed dub, my CD spins like a hubcap 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 N' 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 pin-point 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 (Digital, Digital, Chhhhhh...) 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, T, A, L B-O-B-B-Y The 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 Digital, Digital... Pshhh... |
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