RZA

[RZA/Bobby Digital
] Yo, yo, yo From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats throw inside a bing Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar My pinstripe comma deletes your power bar Dr. Octopus tentacles, same as different song Bob Digital instrumental, nothing's indentitcal You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head or Ida Deep-fried crinkle cut, one nickel cup fucked your whole LP up You must be stupid you liar I'm the purifier, live wire, hip-hop reviver A suicide mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen Perfect precision marksman, spit darts an, flip charts 'an Archery, shots aimed at your heart then Daffy Duckest will still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+ Project Killa Hill be the buckest Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Buzz Lightyear Wet from here to infinity for them white hair Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is dispicable Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish Cherish every moment of his love before you perish Bitch, chicka chicka chich, watch me switch Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into your atmosphere Take your pussy out like a pap smear Make you smile, at the same time crack a tear Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider Up inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit wider Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a ?prider? (Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi) Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie Heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Green Now-Y-C Everything, niggas who sling Shaolin cats is thrown inside the bing Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting [Method Man] Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he shine again Most definate, let this be my last willing testament For the pesimist, exercise for the Exorcist Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be Perpetuous, desimate the poetry cuz everything is close to me The lectorous, Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit Leviathon The Methodist, poly to your deficit, hit it up If I can't live it up somebody gotta give it up John J., blow em out the water adopt the Bombey Your bitch look like Stronjay, look at me the wrong way Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber Cuz I'm not an easy lover To the midnight, butt naked wit a knife Ask my alien likes, I've been crazy all my life Hardtime homicide, time flys, do or die Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the darkside Johnny 5, I reside, in the killa bee hive, only the strong gon' survive From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip

[Islord] Aiyyo, let me tell y'all niggaz somethin One thing, let me tell y'all niggaz somethin I don't give a, flyin fuck about none of y'all niggaz out here None of y'all niggaz out here Cause you ain't, none of my motherfuckin comrades I don't give a, flyin fuck, what? You want it? Bring it son, bring it son Bring it, yo, check it on out Yo, lyrically, I got all y'all niggaz under my wing Cause I bring terror throughout this rap era Like them Muslim cats, who don't give a fuck about blowin this rock, off the map where Mayor Guiliani rest at, so let me get that microphone up off of you, cause it's definitely not meant for you to have it in your palm To try to rock the crowd Puttin it all on to stay calm You waited for the God Islord to drop the bomb and swarm the stage about a hundred fat with lyrical material that's all that Like a two point five carat clustered jew-el Rock like Patti La-Belle Cause everything is real kid, you dead up Dissect the true kids gettin set up for a car/Jeep heist, it ain't nice As we ran up in the crib and stuck the kid and smacked the wife, cause she, had on two chains with a tray full of ice in em But that's how it goes down When you livin in the Cold World [Timbo King] Cold World, what? Yo, I spit flames thermonuclear type Ignite mics, blow up U.S.A. satellites Insane Unabomber, my whole Fam lace golden armor Royal calmer, black Queen black Madonna The missing link be the big lips on the Sphinx Intelligent instincts I say knowledge is the foundation when I move in the L's formation, against Hell's nation Bobby Digital cybertech test microcheck High bi-as, record the levels Anti for devils.. anti for devils [Ndira] speaking in a foreign language eventually says "I wanna be Digital Bobby Bobby Digital.. RZA ? Bobby, Bobby Digital" [Bobby Digital] All you analog cats from weak tracks, and weak raps and weak video clips and weak stacks Beatin bitches with weak lawyers, and weak acts and weak staffs, born life couldn't copyright with weak math, come get a dose, of the strong coconuts splittin, all you chocolate deluxe butter alms French buttercups, probably wanna see Bobby in handcuffs with the toes in my mouth Stand up or rape me, rotate auto-locate me In the center solar Corner block Hip-Hop now expand to the polar Fuzzy low short frequency Circuit breakers, try to take us on illusionary rides to the future Polygram graphic rap actors, flash ya Cash and jewelry like bus passes That's why your ass got stuck up so Wake the fuck Up or get smoked Analog rhymes hoes are like groupies we fucked Took for derelict, Sales are too Soupy Better get the Bobby Digital movie! [Ghostface Killah] Tarantula, that groove season Newlywed of rap, which G you believe in? Rally back, twist a half a man arm off Late night, nearly happy standoff How boldly blinded by Bobby crossthievin van diva Lever 2000 mic talk Might bolt to match, pinch me in the eve Carved perfectly from God Manufactured through the eye, came Puma dash I snares Dumar, Nicolas, half a face, Cage Half a coke Dutch sprinkle sage Bounce to Huey crib yo and got laid Straight off the ground y'all word up .. Bad bitch [Jamie Sommers] Yo, yo Yo my tapdance sword splash Yo.. my nigga Dix'll leave you whiplashed, feel the cash Pussy worth a key a stash, bloodbath Hard to walk the righteous path Flavor for life into death This berry tart your ginger Ooh she mad tender, Analog surrender off my motherfuckin splendor, Jamie Sommers pussy bionic Super-sonic, splash you with the Wu-Wear garments For the nine fuckin nine, motherfuckers

* limited release as the b-side of a Stress Magazine CD insert and the European release of the LP
[RZA] Yea, What's happening women? What's happening women? Yea I got it now, yea yea yea, Yo Bobby Digital, point 'em out Point 'em out watch me sort 'em out Can you hear the bells?, I hear bells, can you hear the bells? We hear the bells, yo the B the O the B the B the Y The D the I the G the I the T the A the L Can you hear the bells? Digital digital Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby [RZA] Yo fucking up the microphone be my hobby All you crab motherfuckers out who want to rob me You best to slob the knob G You could never catch the great Bobby, indestructible High producer production Suck to the wall like suction cups Yea what the fuck is up you duck You better slip Or get your wrist slit Ultimate legit, can't quit when it comes to making hits A phat ass track I quickly program it For others could see me, its like Smothers brothers You get spread on bread like the butter Peanut, what, see what, B what, razor blade cut from your neck to your gut Have no shackle Easy for me to tackle Best to watch back 'cause my razor sharp style grapples MC's With the eagle claw clutch I'm just to much to touch Keep the mike beside me like Starks and Hutch Word Up quick to roll a dutch and puff it up Blunts everyday in the month No need to front We cause the blood to gush Operation push, it's the Wu! You scarecrow, jump off the road You best to reload, your gat black And get your whole shit back phat Don't step to me with that We can't have that weak that Bob Digital inside your citadel Shit is critical, word it's gonna take a miracle For MC's fall to the fallacy Here's my rhyme policy Acknowledge me I keep the high quantity plus quality Equal make you see the sequel Defiant eagles can't match me or royal regal Lethal eagle techniques Word up when I speak the dialect It makes girls' pussys get wet While niggas hit the rewind on my casette We could make a thousand dollar bet Bobby never failed yet Bout to strike gold Got Big Free on the ones and two Break it down for them one time Chorus: Do you hear the bells? I hear the bells Can you hear the bells? Bobby, can you hear the bells? I hear the bells! Buh-Bobby, Buh-Bobby [RZA] Fucking up the mike be a hobby! Crab motherfuckers try to step up to rob me Bitch you must be stupid, slob the knob Z B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L, Bobby Digital Served well keep the phat clientele I watch you crab niggas fail Try to sail the boat but couldn't stay afloat I float on a note like a Staten Island ferry boat Keep my rhyme chocolate coat Bitch you know when you bite my shit it taste sweet going down your throat Point 'em out let me sort em out The fattest links we sport 'em out Nuts bubbling boosted from extra scouts from Dublin I could fuck a dozen birds and watch a dozen hatch I bake my cake from scratch Keep the cream inside the middle Make you dribble That's when I scribble on the paper To write this script I had to cut down forty acres of trees Process the wood to make the notebook sheets Blinded from the steel spiral imported from Ohio Delivered like the spin whirlwind kick Morio Bitch you best to read my bio First chapter the back breaker chiropractor technique Word up dislocate your shoulder blade joint We striking every pressure point The high priest solid gold diamond fang teeth With the high tech brief around your neck I still breach your skin girlfriend Let me enter your zone Microphones get cast like stone Niggas can't never bone how I bone Word you soft as a shell You ain't worth one skin cell Big broiler crack your back and your head like an eggshell And Bobby will scramble you Bitch you want to make a bet all right we'll gamble too Quick to roll see low Catch the loop like Niko Duck watch out for Roscoe Pico train See Sirus with the great dame Tryin to infiltrate the game Wu-Tang Clan, Wu-Tang Clan Special brand name slang From the book of the Ichang The world changed once Bobby came You better go and check your storage Wait a minute Goldilocks who the fucks been eating my porridge? Somebody been sitting in my chair Someone been sleeping in my bed It ain't Goldilocks! Slope down the ice with bobsleds Bobby smoke 'til his eyes get red Word up you best to turn your head and don't look Inside my rhyme book You might get your whole soul took I make the world shake, I make the world shake Then the whole universe quake and then it shook Bobby fishy fishy was caught inside my brook Daddy caught him with a hook Moma fried him in the pan And Bobby ate it like a man Wu-Tang Clan special brand Get the logo Bounce on your head with the pogo stick Rock the wild horse with the Polo Word up we speaking wild Quick flash like a photo Yea, yea Dorothy you better go find Toto cause we ain't in Kansas anymore It's the killa bee shores, all out war Before you go here you best to go there And see it clear Through your third eye With a curb, with the high post up most Don't play up close Razor blade technique that strikes you Overdose MC's quickly, strictly, hip hoply You could never stop me, rock me, mock me or pass me Cause I'm fast like Kawasaki And when you see me coming through With the vroom vroom vroom That means your bitch ass is doomed So give me room And stand back and hand that mike back to the man Jack Unfair black I slam that track on trains like Amtrak Go to shaolin isle, that's where my fams at What you doing you can't ripple the gripple son You get dipped up like Lipton's tea bags Or you get spit on like the sea hag And I smoke a fat tray bag of equality Don't bother me You probably never really heard of B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-T-A-L Supreme Clientele served well Buh-Bobby fucking up microphones is a hobby Buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby Chorus: Do you hear the bells? I hear the bells Can you hear the bells? [RZA] Buh-Bobby, fucking up microphones is my hobby You get tossed like cracks locked down inside the lobby Sucker motherfucker stepped up and tried to rob me for my Cuban link What did he think? What did he think? What was he thinking? What the fuck was he drinking? Bitch you be blast in the head like Abe Lincoln Have you whole body shrinking Did you believe the killa bees always swarming Alarming, calming sound that makes MC's feel how I feel You best to chill bitch and eat a booger Word up or get cut up by the juga Razor blade sharp RZA Word shame on a nza Who try to run game on a nza You get broken down like a puzzle with to many equal prisms Positions, oppositions Here's the transmissions Word up I raid the phat sample without the glitching Why you bitchin'? Why you bitchin'? Buggin out 'cause my style it keeps switchin', it keeps switchin' Oh shit I'm itchin', I'm itchin' for a scrap can't catch that Who could be the match? Who wanna match palms? I remain calm Like the 18 bronze man Come to the shaolin chamber of danger feel the anger The mad stranger Wu-Tang Clan keep a finger Tucked inside the back pocket Blast like a rocket Word up knock your eyes out the socket Here's my new topic I don't give a fuck if you had a whole neck full of garlic Around you my fangs will puncture your jugular veins And you'll be in deep, deep, deep, deep pain Why oh why oh why do they try? To B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L Bobby Digital fucking up mikes a be my hobby Point 'em out, puh-point 'em out RZA: Yo this just a little freestyle for ya'll niggas Word up, type shit You could smoke a blunt to this You could smoke a blunt to this You could smoke a blunt to this You could smoke a blunt to this Word up the main main main main main main main main main superhero Word up superhero type shit, my niggas Can you hear the bells?