RZA - Rza As Bobby Ditital In Stereo (2001) by RZA (보컬) on maniadb.com

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!)

We interrupt your program to bring you

*alot of static*



This is a Wu Tang Killa Bee exclusive blast

*echoing*



Wake up wake up wake up



Wu tang Wu Tang

Wu tang Wu Tang

Wu tang Wu Tang....



Verse 1: Bobby Digital



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 wid alarm clocks

Cars drive explodes on the block

One stop parks, pops in trunk

Snears pop loud as glock shots

Pierced like a earring in your face

Cops stop, give a sitation

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 you antenna

You feeled a bit shimmer

It makes your like you 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 lollipos

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up



Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

featuring Angel Cake



c'mon Bobby turn off that loud shit

Damn I want to 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 want to 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 want to kick my bitch to the curb

Shaped like a naked statue, but look sacred

Candy to a baby why'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 separate 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 see'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 prominent 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 want to 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

featuring Masta Killa Tekitha

[martial arts movie sample]
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
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

[Bobby Digital]
Welcome back to the temple of hip-hop and Sword Kem'po
Lyrical rhyme nympho, be

featuring Dr. Doom Ghostface Killah Holocaust Ms. Roxy



[Holocaust (Ms. Roxy)]

(Bobby Digital) Wu Tang Killer Bees

(Its 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, lose vains, 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

'cause 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 hide-out

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



[Rza]

chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chhhhh



Yo, yo, yo, dropped down a man-hole, yo, I rap ammo

Blows out your candle, check, yo

Dropped down a man-hole, 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 Zeplin

Encyclopedia Brittanica, 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

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 privelages, 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



[Dr. Doom]

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 war-lord 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, mother fuckers



[Ghostface Killah]

Eh yo, 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, see wise watch the earth spin

Sunny-dance with the serpent, who shot JJ and its 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

featuring Black Knights Killarmy



BOBBY!! Bobby Bobby Bobby word up Digital Digital

Terrorist shit terrorist shit come and get a hold of it

Tune of the Black Knight Killarm Killarm Killarm



[Dom Pachino/P.R. Terrorist]

Contemplate on how to run this shit

Universally forever runnin

Reflect shots off my wall (NEW SHIT) split your nugget

Thoughts too rugged extortinate cream from off the budget

Refugees of the Terrorist, fans, they fuckin love it

Insurance can't cover it, maximum is a minimum

Niggas, they try to dub it, yo

It's the hottest shit on the streets since summer '86

My prefix, like a remix, throw wind bricks

Try and dub the shit is accurate

Come for your head, it's Immaculate Conception

When my rep is, bustin shots

Niggas tryin to discuss my business around the neighborhood



[Dr. Doom]

Yo, switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos

Up in these killin fields you bound to die slow

Your style staggers like a drunken whino

That's why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight

That's like tryin to walk a type rope

Switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos

Up in these killin field you bound to die slow

Your style staggers like a drunken whino

That's why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight

That's like tryin to walk a type rope, wit no feet

Mercenary team, streets of 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 'cause every night is our night



[Killa Sin]

Rap bygones, smash pit, fire outta cons

Fuck bygones, rely on Islam and my pythons

Squeeze off long diss, window pitch, control of this

Gun pack recover my wrist, blast from this

Have these fake fucks cursin my name

Knowin damn well I'm hurting the same

What part of the game you playin, get insane

Yo three months ago we was on, fall is short now

Chasin the don, your money ain't long

Faggot fuck, bag em up, stick him in the back of my truck

Strip em and smack him up for actin up

He's slithering, hit him in the ribs again

Broke the code of honor that we livin in

Could lead to the whole click, dismember when

Never that, Killarm roll strong

Even though you born, watch the crew but still hold on

I love you when that drink, you probably told me who bust you

Should of payed attention but I slept so for that

I gotta dust two, devils off, headed off, all that

Fuck it, blow trial stat, Law and Order cat gotta serve justice

What, fuck this, adjust, get your musket, and bust quick word up



[Holocaust]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, these-[cut off]

[Islord]
Ah-yo, let me tell y'all niggas somethin'
One thing, let me tell y'all niggas somethin'
I don't give a, flyin fuck about
None of y'all niggas out here

None of why'all niggaz out here
'Cause you ain't, none of my motherfuckin comrades
I don't give a, flyin fuck, what?
You want it?

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 grammatically 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

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 want to 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-missile 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

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-you 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!

[Girl]

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...



[RZA] (Girl)

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 (???), 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 hairweave

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 shool 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 stressmarks are like the US 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

Bet that baby we fuck for two and a half hours or three

You'd better study the 1-0-40 knowledge culture degree

About M-G-T, and G-see-see



'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



[RZA] [Girl]

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 of the

Man, fuck that motherfucking socket.

Yo God, this bitch is bugging 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

I'm on the phone! this shit, you and you shit out the

I'm on the phone! motherfucking closet right now. My

Well fuck you! name's on the motherfucking (???) too

Bitch, get the fuck out my nigga, I don't give a fuck, fuck that

house man 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

Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey in their dirty motherfucking socks and

Fuck you, yo God, my bitch... shit. Fucking dirty toilet seats and

This bitch is stupid man shit. My seeds gotta sit on this shit.

Get these motherfuckers out this

Give this fucking crab ass motherfucking lab now. Get the fuck

girl the gas yo out. Every lat one of y'all mother-

You's a hoe bitch! fuckers. Get the fuck out my lab.

Come on you's a hoe!

you'se a hoe Motherfucker don't make me pick up

you'se a hoe this bottle. Don't make me pick up

you'se a hoe this motherfucking bottle.

you'se a hoe

hoe! hoe!

hoe! hoe! bastard! bastard!

hoe! hoe! bastard!

fuck you!

hoe! you fucking bastard!

hoe! bastard! bastard!

fuck you

Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God

bastard! bastard! bastard!

She's stupid dunn you're fucking dirty dick nigga

Yeah you're fucking stupid nigga

You're fucking stupid

You're fucking stupid

We'll be back son Now that's right, tell that

We'll be back motherfucker to call you back

'cause you ain't going to steal

this motherfucking phone

featuring Beretta 9



[RZA/Bobby Digital (Beretta 9)]

yo what up dunn (yo yo yo)

aiyyo peace yo what up dunn

(word just watching the studio

got all the word on the street)

what you was outside yesterday

(for a minute went to the store you know)

caught them cats at store

some bugged out shit was going on last night

fucking with them niggaz off the av. 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 in 4D

then bagged thse two dreads in ah 85' Jincory

you know who i mean, he moved from shaolin to 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 dude with Lar, they got busted

(I told them niggaz, don't be slinging while they dusted)

Yo, you seen my little cousin Shawn and his man Ross?

(yea, shawn broke his arm on the basketball court)

word, his sister Bebe got got off form welfare

and those two nappy head kids got sent back to child care

Bathis, he got slapped by maljin

acting like he had ah armor tank in his crib

(yea, that faggot ass nigga caught that beef from his rib)

it's the projects, dunn, you got one life to live

(Murder, he caught two for a triple homicide)

mental rhyme disorder shit but never testified

hold on, god, chill, my other line

(make it fast, kid, 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, shit, yo, check the drama, that was my little nigga hama

he said he just got some power-you from your niece tanya

Wu Tang worldwide Wu Tang Bobby Digital worldwide
Worldwide word up all y'all crab M-C'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 co-hension, 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 canister
You can't compare to an atom of my hair
While my verbal shot be drillin' through the cave of your ear
Recochet to the ceilin', the desert eagle hemisphere
Deflect off your medula, 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, wildily 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 cowardess 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 inflictable
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
Un-plug the dynamic mic cord and hung you
From a towerin' speaker, I tape your ear to the tweater
My mental idea's are more severe than your heater
Innocent drive-by's, 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
But fuck that, I got to get the verse out my lung

[Intro]
Yo, yo, fuck what you think
Fuck what you think

[Chorus]
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

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]
Ah-yo, 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 why all the way to England
'Cause 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, 'cause 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]
Word up, fuck what you think
Word up, yo

featuring Baretta Nine



Intro: [Bobby (Baretta)]



*Word Up!*

Straight up

spread my knowledge through your projects

(knowledge through)

Straight up

(Word up)

Word up



*The chief noble oble same total controller of the*

*global over law the thousand MCs 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*



Chorus:



*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 *



Verse 1: Bobby



I'm paranoid of loiZOID

We fight like Guiver against the hyperZOID NOIDS

HIGH ACHIEVER mind computes like a THIEVER

Thoguhts 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



Chorus: Bobby



Search for the better things in life

Beef wid wife make a nigga live a street life

We smoke blunts, throw weight, pay rent



Verse 2: Baretta Nine



Yo, check it out, yo, one two, yo

Soon to smooth litigating

Camouflage educating

Baretta Nines barating

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 see-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

Sware 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 want to be penalised

Form God Allah motherfuckers best recognise



Chorus: RZA



A bag of dast mixed wid stress

Search for the better things in life

Beef wit wife make a nigga want to 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 want to live a street life



(Sing first 4 lines of first verse)