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[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 keep 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
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