| Lyrics: | 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 |
