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RZA - B.O.B.B.Y. lyrics
Verse One: Utimate Breakbeats and shit right?Niggaz still, makin money offa those shits Loopin the same shits for a thousand yearsand 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 MC's avoidin us Can't think about the proper remedies for destroyin us Your best bet black is sit back and start enjoyin us And run your commisary, attack your corinary, I'ma bury revolutionary Honorary is sonic electronic brain like Johnny Nneumonic Get boosted from the sorrow and went Wu-tonic You be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle to serve to your bird, with cheese and pumpernickle *Ch-cha Pssh* Three state Charlie a classic like Marley Marl Tie your ass down and 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, and forced to submit to the rhyme Chorus: B-O-B-B-YD-I-G-I-T-A-L B-O-B-B-YD-I-G-I-T-A-L B-O-B-B-YD-I-G-I-T-A-L Digital, Digital Verse Two: 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, thing ? a buck brings Rain, hail, snow and 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 barettas 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 and together now Chorus: B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L B-O-B-B-YD-I-G-I Digital, Digital Verse Three: Yo, 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 joustFresh spring water from the ounce Stalked like a tomahawk, Indian bitch, you get scalped like a ticket sold in Cleveland, you feel me in and 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, CHHHHHHHHH) 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-I-G-I-T-A-L Digital, Digital, Psshh |
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