Tytuł: B.O.B.B.Y

• Wykonawca: RZA
• Wyświetleń: 311

  
   Ultimate Breakbeats N' shit right?
  Niggaz still makin' money off o' those shits
  Loopin' the same shits for a thousand years N' shit right?
  
  The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
  The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
  The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
  The D, the I, G, the I, the T, A, L
  Digital
  
  Yo
  You know us to be robust, the greatest crew since Cold Crush
  This poisonous slang keep emcees avoidin' us
  Can't think about the proper remedies for destroyin' us
  Your best bet black is sit back N' start enjoyin' us
  N' run your commissary, attack your coronary
  I'ma very revolutionary
  Honorary is sonic-electronic-brain like Johnny Nneumonic
  Get boosted from the sorrow N' went Wu-tonic
  You be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle
  To serve to your bird with cheese N' pumpernickle
  Three state Charlie a classic like Marley Marl
  Tie your ass down N' run you over with a trolley car
  My nigga Kucky keep 'em Bucky like Dent
  Intent, read the fine print
  It says 'do not enter', or cross the lines
  You be tossed behind N' forced to submit to the rhyme
  
  B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L
  B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L
  B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L
  Digital, Digital...
  
  Four-four in the holster strapped tight by the velcro
  Steel padded vest on the chest, armed right from the elbow
  Pointed rings resemble Killa Bee stings
  It's the mental of slingin' swords, thinkin' (?) brings
  Rain, hail, snow N' earthquakes, search your mental birthdate
  50 state prisons keep the body in perfect shape
  Just got hit on the hip by this bird talkin'
  'Bout she got a blister on her lip
  That comes from not garglin' after suckin'
  I'm togglin' the buttons on my cell-phone
  Call my nigga Tone, the well known
  Bubblegoose shredders made him thick as Carl Weathers
  Solid chrome barretta's nines stuffed inside the Wu leather
  Hot shots melt through your pleather
  Never endin' story not from the land of Nether
  We fight for our rights to the death like Mega Evers
  Wu-Tang Clan Forever, all in together now
  
  B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L
  B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I
  Digital, Digital...
  
  Yo
  Up from the rugged grains of Shaolin soil
  Old Earth kept a nigga spoilt
  Though the reigns to my veins remain royal
  Burnin' up high speed dub, my CD spins like a hubcap on a Ac'
  Tre-pound snub rap we might joust
  Fresh spring water from the ounce
  Stalked like a tomahawk, Indian bitch, you get scalped
  Like a ticket sold in Cleveland, you feel me in
  N' now I stream up your bone marrow
  Wu-Tang song last long as Christmas carols
  Niggaz throw darts, I'm shootin' flamin' arrows
  Pierce through your physical faculties with pin-point accuracy
  You don't wanna battle me..
  
  The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
  The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
  (Digital, Digital, Chhhhhh...)
  The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
  The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
  The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
  The D, the I, the G, the I, T, A, L
  B-O-B-B-Y The D-I-G-I-T-A-L
  B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L
  B-O-B-B-Y-D-the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
  Digital, Digital...
  Pshhh...