RZA - B. O. B. B. Y. Lyrics
Ultimate breakbeats and shit right?Niggaz still, makin money offa those shitsLoopin the same shits for a thousand yearsAnd shit right?The b, the o, the b, the b, the yThe d, the i, the g, the i, the t, the a, the lThe b, the o, the b, the b, the yThe d, the i, the g, the i, the t, the a, the lDigitalYo, you know us to be robust, the greatest crew since cold crushThis poisonous slang keep mcs avoidin usCant think about the proper remedies for destroyin usYour best bet black is sit back and start enjoyin usAnd run your commisary, attack your corinary, ima bury revolutionaryHonorary is sonic electronic brain like johnny nneumonicGet boosted from the sorrow and went wu-tonicYou be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickleTo serve to your bird, with cheese and pumpernickle *ch-cha pssh*Three state charlie a classic like marley marlTie your ass down and run you over with a trolley carMy nigga kucky keep em bucky like dentIntent, read the fine print -- it saysDo not enter, or cross the linesYou be tossed behind, and forced to submit to the rhymeB-o-b-b-yD-i-g-i-t-a-lB-o-b-b-yD-i-g-i-t-a-lB-o-b-b-yD-i-g-i-t-a-lDigital, digitalFour-four in the holster strapped tight by the velcroSteel padded vest on the chest armed right from the elbowPointed rings resemble killa bee stingsIts the mental of slingin swords, thing ? a buck bringsRain, hail, snow and earthquakes, search your mental birthdate50 straight push-ups keep the body in perfect shapeJust got hit on the hip by this bird talkin boutShe got a blister on her lipThat comes from not garglin after suckinIm togglin the buttons on my cell-phoneCall my nigga, tone the well knownBubblegoose shredders made him thick as carl weathersSolid chrome barettas nines stuffed inside the wu leatherHot shots melt through your pleatherNever ending story not from the land of netherWe fight for our wives to the death like mega eversWu-tang clan forever, all and together nowB-o-b-b-yD-i-g-i-t-a-lB-o-b-b-yD-i-g-iDigital, digitalYo, up from the rugged grains of shaolin soilOl earth kept a nigga spoiltThough the reigns to my veins remain royal, burnin upHigh speed dub, my cd spins like a hub-cap on a acTre-pound snub rap we might joustFresh spring water from the ounceStalked like a tomahawk, indian *****, you get scalpedLike a ticket sold in cleveland, you feel me inAnd now I stream up your bone marrowWu-tang song last long as christmas carolsNiggaz throw darts, Im shootin flamin arrowsPierce through your physical facultiesWith pin-point accuracyYou dont wanna battle me..The b, the o, the b, the b, the yThe d, the i, the g, the i, the t, the a, the l(digital, digital, chhhhhhhhh)The b, the o, the b, the b, the yThe d, the i, the g, the i, the t, the a, the lThe b, the o, the b, the b, the yThe d, the i, the g, the i, the t, the a, the lB-o-b-b-yD-i-g-i-t-a-lB-o-b-b-yD-i-g-i-t-a-lB-o-b-b-yD-i-g-i-t-a-lDigital, digital, psshh
