| 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 |
