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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!) |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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] |
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[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? |
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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 |
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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 |
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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! |
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[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 |
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| 1:47 |
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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 |
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| 19. |
| 3:34 |
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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 |
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| 3:13 |
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[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 |
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| 4:23 |
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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) |
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