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[RZA/Bobby
Yo, yo, yo
the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now-Y-C/Now I see
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats throw inside a
Bobby Digital got the golden sting
Rhyme star, I a hundred thousand dollar bar
My pinstripe deletes your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles, same as different
Bob Digital instrumental, nothing's
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Head or Ida
Deep-fried cut, one nickel cup fucked your whole LP up
You must be stupid you
I'm the purifier, live wire, reviver
A mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman, spit an, flip charts 'an
Archery, shots aimed at your then
Daffy Duckest will still Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke drink Bud Light beer wit Buzz Lightyear
Wet from here to infinity for them white
Bobby Digital, your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole stack is dispicable
Undernourished, shit cannot flourish
Cherish moment of his love before you perish
Bitch, chicka chich, watch me switch
Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into atmosphere
Take your pussy out like a pap
Make you smile, at the time crack a tear
ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider
Up ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit wider
Taste the cider, you become strong, then become a ?prider?
(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi)
Stuck to ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie
Heart of Medina to the of Fort Greene
Now-Y-C/Now I see
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee
From the heart of Medina to the of Fort Green
Now-Y-C Everything, who sling
cats is thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee

Man]
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind
men droppin gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let this be my willing testament
For the pesimist, exercise for the
Johnny Treacherous, Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, desimate the 'cause everything is close to me
The lectorous, Jonathon, king of the seas, battle wit Leviathon
The Methodist, poly to deficit, hit it up
If I can't live it up somebody give it up
John J., blow em out the water the Bombey
Your bitch look like Stronjay, at me the wrong way
one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play
They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Cover
I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn
I'm not an easy lover
To the midnight, butt naked wit a
Ask my likes, I've been crazy all my life
homicide, time flys, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, from the darkside
5, I reside, in the killa bee hive,
only the gon' survive
the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a without Miracle Whip
the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John
forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich Miracle Whip