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[Intro: RZA]
Wu-Tang worldwide, Wu-Tang, Bobby Digital worldwide
wordlwide, word up, all y all crab MC s out there
Let me spark y all like this one time

[RZA]
Yo, I make your fragile bones rattle with babbles, chrome bowls
Microphone arrows thrown strike like stone paddles
to ya head, you ll be spread across the floor
and ain t headed for a bead of roses
needle threaded, one jaw have said it
by the fatal blow, tornado blow, battleship
Wu boats will float, torpedo, you can t stay a-float
You sink to the brink of extincted animals
while I bang on your head to the buckle like bawdy animals
Steal stinger, Killa Bee ten inches, sharper than picket fences
quick to detect your intentions, if they re wicked
meditate, build the house on the next dimension
My flow is co-hension, you ll be startled

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
smellin like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck it, I got to spit this verse from my lung

Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
smellin like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck it, I got to spit this verse, yo

Pound drop your head to the canvas
It s like you got no fuckin manners
You be duckin hammers, we be clutchin banners
Touchin amateur challengers, we try to throw off balancers
Keep a 120 brain compounder inside the cannister
You can t compare to an atom of my hair
While my verbal shot be drillin through the cave of your ear
Recochet to the ceilin, the desert eagle hemisphere
Deflect off your medula, exit off to the rear
MCin is easier to me than breathin
and makin beats to me is easier than bein
Killin vibes is easier than seein
I be geein, and fuck with the Wu-Tang Clan is wildin
bitch, than a 1000 foot hill with broke steez
Plot by rocks, wildily ghost, still needle flyin trees
My mind sees all of the unusual energies
Tell me, have you ever felt a sunshine breeze?

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
smellin like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck that, I got to get a verse from my lung

Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
smellin like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck it, I got to spit it

Yo, your floweress is powerless against me
Your cowardess attack can master track alchemist raps
Rap Malcolm, my champagne staims, silver, lex bullet 4
Millenium falcon, just to protect the Wu-Tang s sacred valium
Chased by jake s planes, I race state s police
We slay microphone foes, the size of ro-beasts
Unpredictable pain is inflictable
Razor blade will ripple you, death blow will cripple you
1.9 level meter, son, you just skipped on my class
is here to rap camera classes, hi-jack these bus passes
This system was symphonic, jacked with no masses
Sound systems blast-es, rhyme system was writin, well-casted
Strong as safari hunter, calm in black mongo
Un-plug the dynamic mic cord and hung you
from a towerin speaker, I tape your ear to the tweater
My mental idea s are more severe than your heater
Innocent drive-bys, 85 ers shoot try to over throw us
They love us like babies, once they get to know us
Your floweress is powerless against me

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
smellin like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck that, I got to get a verse from my lung

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
smellin like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck that, I got to get the verse out my lung

Tekst :

Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby..
Bo-bby..
Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby..
Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby..

[RZA]
Psssh. Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo! {*Bobby Digital sound*}
Yo.. Bobby
Yo, yo, RZA Bobby
Yo, yo, RZA Bobby
B-Bobby, yo
Hit the bodega for a 40 ounce son, Garcia Vega
Two bags of chips, and one pack of Now & Laters
Flame tucked down to my nuts, on my last buck
Only thing keep a nigga calm is a good fuck
Loose-leaf cigarettes be dipped in wet
Chicken of the seas get trapped inside my net
with their clothes off, son when the gun goes off
I m bound to play Napoleon, and blow a nose off -
your Sphinx; your stumble rap style, your flow s off
like Kunta, tryin to run with his chopped toes off
Unchallenged sword I yield the storm rider
Clip full of ruffled-tip fast-actin long fire
Four hundred grain cartridge, with steel casin
Those who can t draw the crowd is still tracin
The mic is cast to the floor and shapeshifted
Heavy as the hammer of Thor you can t lift it
So tense, bitch there s no defense
This four-four inch ll make you jump the fence
Right eye squinted; I speak brok-len english
Stumble off the cold four-oh of Olde English Wu brew
Two-two inside the shoe
No describin what this heat, in my jacket could do
I teach, seeds to read, never reach for the weed indeed
Bow down to the great Bob Digi Digi

(Bo-bby..) Yo, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be..

I rice soaked in coconut milk mixed with tofu
Sit in the sun six hours then I charge up like Goku
Dragonball Z; imagine you re raggin me
That s like walkin through a Blood hood flaggin a C
Not, tryin to tell you how much weight we carry
It may get, every snake in the tri-state buried
Plus, Feds had one add, sayin I gun traffed
I sold twenty million records bitch; some laugh!
Fresh shafts of morning dew on Nancy Drew
Sherlock Holmes crime sleuth couldn t figure the Wu
You loaf of bread head, keep a sober head
One point five million years my overhead

(Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Yo, check, yo

I keep MC s puzzled keep my dogs in the muzzle
Ice cold forty ounce drink em down with one guzzle
Son might spit a word at a bird, see if she chirp back
Tall chocolate deluxe buttercup, off the meat rack
A chickenhead scratch the yard for worms
And roosters walk around with their heads in the perm
I be spreadin knowledge keepin my third eye polished
Never, chase for dollars to fulfill the black wallet
You must be Bellevue son I walk with twelve jewels
Afford anything this world could sell you
Beats that the change the style ll rearrange ya
BZA-Bobby! I m strikin you like Beatlemania

Yo, it must be Bobby
Oh, no, it must be Bobby
Yo, son, it must be Bobby
BZA-buh, BZA-wha , BZA-Bobby
(Bo-bby..) Fuckin up the mic is still my hobby
(Bo-bby..) F-fuckin up the mic is still my hobby
(Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be.. doo doo!
(Bo-bby..) Yeah yeah

(Bo-bby..) - {*repeat to fade*}

Tekst :

[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?

No me hieras a mí porque te hieres
en paz, callado vengo y no me ves venir
invisible sin aviso
flash, soy el relámpago
hoy fulmino tu destino
no hay sentido que me alcance,
impredecible
cuando no esperas que el pie no caiga
desde el cielo llego
súbitamente como tormenta de verano
puedo tu drama iluminar
tus ideas licuadas, chupadas, lamidas,...

Mojada en ira, poseída se rompió a llorar,
sin excusas quemó mis cosas y me hechó a rodar
lo sé (ser un mendigo otra vez).

Todo es ausencia, dulce carencia.
Necesito hablar con alguien.
Pongo el mundo en off, apago nervio,
ya lo creo que...

Dios es una mujer de...

Living this world as u see
Is too hard to take and too much for me
And everything s in blue

Walk in the rain spearing out
I can t find myslef
Knowing the sun can be found
It always comes to

There s not a soul that s lost
That can t find its way
There s not...

You changed the locks but you can t keep us out
Your looks and glances are but useless now

You know you act a fool
And we know exactly who you are
Don t cover up now

It will all come back to you
And knock you right off your feet
You talk a good game

You spin...

[Intro]
Love is as love does
And I choose you, I choose you

Wind in your hair, sun on your skin
You’re looking good girl, all over again
Hey there, Miss Brown
I want you to know, I love you

Brown...