RZA - Digi Snacks (2008) by RZA (보컬) on maniadb.com

<i>[Intro: Understanding (RZA)]</i>
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!)

<i>[RZA]</i>
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...

<i>[Outro: Understanding]</i>
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
Another classic tale of the dangers and benefits of drugs

<i>[Chorus: Danny Keyz]</i>
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

<i>[RZA]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[RZA]</i>
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>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[RZA]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Outro: RZA]</i>
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...
I'm here forever!

[Intro: RZA]
Round up, round up, round up, round up
Round up, round up, round up, round up

[Chorus: The Whatnauts]
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now

[RZA]
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, yeah we flatten 'em
Pockets got fat and um, went and got Cap and 'em
Staten's on the map and um, Brooklyn Zoo is bombin' 'em
All around the world, Killa Bees 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

[Chorus]

[Inspectah Deck]
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'm a hold my head, stay true to where my heart is
Either you pay with your life, or you pay dues and homage

[Chorus: x2]

David, David, David
David, David Banner

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 pop

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 pop

Yo, yo 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

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 pop

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 pop

J m'appel??짤, Bobby Digital
Comme ta le vous, mademoiselle
La original, pouf e tranquille
Ai ont pope ordinal, ladite

Baobabs, ??짧tre 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?

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 pop

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 pop

Yeah, it's ya boy David Banner, south side to the day I die
You know what I'm talkin' about?
They weren't expectin' us to hook this one up
You know what I'm talkin' about?

N.Y.C., straight to Mississippi
You know what I'm talkin' about?
Get your money pimpin'

It don't matter where you are
You in London, you in Japan
You know what I'm talkin' about
You in Spain, you in Italy

Wherever the hell you are
Get up on your money pimpin'
You know what I'm talkin' about?
And this beat is so fresh, watch this

<i>[Intro: RZA]</i>
Hahaha, Digi, yo, yo

<i>[RZA]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus: Dexter Wiggles]</i>
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

<i>[RZA]</i>
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>[Chorus 2X]</i>

<i>[RZA]</i>
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
But it's been caught through the eyes of Minolta

<i>[Chorus 2X]</i>

<i>[Thea saying "try ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya" throughout the whole song]</i>

<i>[Intro: RZA]</i>
Digital... why...

<i>[Chorus: RZA]</i>
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>[RZA]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Monk]</i>
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
Seven moves ahead to off your head, it won't take that long

<i>[Chorus]</i>

Ah, love is love honey, yeah
Digi, Digi, bong, bong, bangin' 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

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 goin' frantic
Enchanted by your kiss, the apple's gigantic
In your Atlantic abyss I'ma sink my Titanic

Granted your wish to 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
Chantin' Karma Sutra, you got me speakin' Spanglish
Mamacita, fuck semantics
Goddamn it, you understand it?

I'm about to blow like somebody pushed the panic
You fever the gene that Yaqub 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 squelch 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 bein' blossomed, pollinate like Spring

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

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

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'ma take my time and as slow as a turtle
And I like her verbals, that wine she gurgle
Got her actin' 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

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

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

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 ass that make you cum fast like Porsches
Face look like a portrait, body like a fortune
Mills in small bills and tall heels, flexin' sex appeal
Got my mind ponderin', wonderin' how the sex would feel

First to kill she'd be an assassin, main part of her attraction
Was her sense of fashion, stopped her and asked her name
Complimented her 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 and 35, I was deep between her thighs
When she came she cried, looked me deep in my eyes and said

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

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

<i>[Intro: RZA]</i>
Bodododododo...
Killa Beez control the set, Shaolin Island where you at?
Medina...

<i>[Chorus 2X: RZA]</i>
East coast just hold your set
West coast just hold your set
Dirty south just hold your set
Mid West just hold your set

<i>[RZA]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus: RZA]</i>
Shaolin Island how your set
East coast just hold your set
West coast just hold your set
Dirty south just hold your set

<i>[RZA]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus: RZA]</i>
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?

<i>[Outro: RZA]</i>
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?
Medina, where you at?

<i>[Chorus: Tru James]</i>
My woman, and my money, don't own me...
I've got to, keep holding, my own

<i>[RZA]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Monk]</i>
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

<i>[Christbearer]</i>
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
'08 from the AMG, '92, bitch

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Chorus: Thea]</i>
Creep, creep, creep
Catch them while they sleep
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet

<i>[Crisis]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Christbearer]</i>
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

<i>[Doc Doom]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Chorus II: Thea]</i>
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
Make them Swiss cheese
Empty every shell from your clip
Knock them off their feet

<i>[RZA]</i>
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

<i>[Monk]</i>
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
Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Chorus II]</i>

<i>[Intro: RZA]</i>
I wanna dedicate this song to the young god, Kareem
The Genius... Digi...
Sing it 'em to real quick, yo

<i>[Chorus: Thea]</i>
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>[RZA (Monk)]</i>
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?

<i>[Monk (RZA)]</i>
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)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[RZA (Monk) {both}]</i>
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
{Cuz everyday it gets scarier}

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Intro: Talani Rabb (Rakeem Diggs) {RZA}]</i>
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...}

<i>[RZA]</i>
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

<i>[Interlude: Talani Rabb]</i>
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

<i>[Beretta 9]</i>
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>[Interlude: Talani Rabb]</i>
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

<i>[The Reverend William Burk]</i>
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

<i>[Interlude: Talani Rabb]</i>
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...

<i>[Hook 2X: El DeBarge]</i>
Up again, I'll never let you down
Nothing's ever gonna stop me now

<i>[George Clinton (El DeBarge)]</i>
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)

<i>[Outro: Talani Rabb (RZA) {Rakeem Diggs}]</i>
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..}
T.. {T..} A.. {A..} L.. {L..}

<i>[RZA]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus 2X: Startel]</i>
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

<i>[RZA]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[RZA]</i>
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
How can hip hop be dead when Wu-Tang is forever?

<i>[Chorus 2X]</i>

<i>[Chorus: Thea]</i>
Your love so Digi, ahh
You make me dizzy, ahh
Your love so Digi, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh

<i>[RZA]</i>
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

<i>[Beretta 9]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Crisis]</i>
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
I be dumb, sprung and just call her mine

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Intro: RZA]</i>
Hip hop is all about having fun, yo, yo

<i>[RZA]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus: RZA]</i>
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

<i>[Outro: RZA (Prodigal Sunn)]</i>
(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
Aiyo, O, yo, O, happy birthday, nigga, hahahahaha