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RZA - Bobby Did It (Spanish Fly) lyrics
Islord Aiyyo, let me tell y'all niggaz somethin One thing, let me tell y'all niggaz somethin I don't give a, flyin fuck about none of y'all niggaz out here None of y'all niggaz out here Cause you ain't, none of my motherfuckin comrades I don't give a, flyin fuck, what? You want it? Bring it son, bring it son Bring it, yo, check it on out Yo, lyrically, I got all y'all niggaz under my wing Cause I bring terror throughout this rap era Like them Muslim cats, who don't give a fuckabout blowin this rock, off the map where Mayor Guiliani rest at, so let me get that microphone up off of you, cause it's definitely not meant for you to have it in your palm To try to rock the crowd Puttin it all on to stay calm You waited for the God Islord to drop the bomb and swarm the stage about a hundred fatwith lyrical material that's all that Like a two point five carat clustered jew-el Rock like Patti La-Belle Cause everything is real kid, you dead up Dissect the true kids gettin set up for a car/Jeep heist, it ain't nice As we ran up in the crib and stuck the kid and smacked the wife, cause she, had on two chainswith a tray full of ice in em But that's how it goes down When you livin in the Cold World Royal Fam Cold World, what?Yo, I spit flames thermonuclear type Ignite mics, blow up U.S.A. satellites Insane Unabomber, my whole Fam lace golden armor Royal calmer, black Queen black Madonna The missing link be the big lips on the Sphinx Intelligent instincts I say knowledge is the foundation when I move in the L's formation, against Hell's nation Bobby Digital cybertech test microcheck High bi-as, record the levels Anti for devils.. anti for devils Ndira speaking in a foreign language eventually says "I wanna be Digital Bobby Bobby Digital.. RZA ? Bobby, Bobby Digital" Bobby Digital All you analog cats from weak tracks, and weak raps and weak video clips and weak stacks Beatin bitches with weak lawyers, and weak acts and weak staffs, born life couldn't copyright with weak math, come get a dose, of the strong coconuts splittin, all you chocolate deluxe butter alms French buttercups, probably wanna see Bobby in handcuffs with the toes in my mouthStand up or rape me, rotate auto-locate me In the center solar Corner block Hip-Hop now expand to the polar Fuzzy low short frequency Circuit breakers, try to take us on illusionary rides to the future Polygram graphic rap actors, flash ya Cash and jewelry like bus passes That's why your ass got stuck up so Wake the fuck Up or get smoked Analog rhymes hoes are like groupies we fucked Took for derelict, Sales are too Soupy Better get the Bobby Digital movie! Ghostface Killah Tarantula, that groove season Newlywed of rap, which G you believe in? Rally back, twist a half a man arm off Late night, nearly happy standoff How boldly blinded by Bobby crossthievin van diva Lever 2000 mic talk Might bolt to match, pinch me in the eve Carved perfectly from God Manufactured through the eye, came Puma dash I snares Dumar, Nicolas, half a face, Cage Half a coke Dutch sprinkle sage Bounce to Huey crib yo and got laid Straight off the ground y'all word up .. Bad bitch [Jamie Sommers] Yo, yo Yo my tapdance sword splash Yo.. my nigga Dix'll leave you whiplashed, feel the cash Pussy worth a key a stash, bloodbath Hard to walk the righteous path Flavor for life into death This berry tart your ginger Ooh she mad tender, Analog surrender off my motherfuckin splendor, Jamie Sommers pussy bionic Super-sonic, splash you with the Wu-Wear garments For the nine fuckin nine, motherfuckers |
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