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N.y.ceverything Lyrics - Rza As Bobby Digital In Stereo - Rza

Yo, yo, yo 

From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene 

Now I see everything 

Niggas who sling 

Shaolin' cats thrown 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 identical 

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 and flip charts, and 

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 Light-year 

Wet from here to infinity for them white hair 

Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel 

Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is despicable 

Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish 

Cherish every moment of his love before you perish 

Bitch, chicka, chicka, chick, 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 apple head 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 I see everything is N.Y.C. Everything 

Niggas who sling 

Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing 

Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting 

From the heart of Medina to the top of Fort Green 

Now I Everything 

Niggas who sling 

Shaolin' cats is thrown inside the bing 

Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting 

 

Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again 

Nevermindin' men droppin' gem - can he shine again? 

Most definite; let this be my last will and testament 

For the pessimist, exercise for the Exorcist 

Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be 

Perpetuous, decimate the poetry 'cause everything is close to me 

The lecherous Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit' Leviathan 

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 Bombay 

Your bitch look like Stronjay, rubbin' me the wrong way 

Burn one and sauté, 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 

'Cause 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 

Hard time homicide, time flies, do or die 

Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the dark side 

Johnny Five, 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 

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