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    Rza Bobby Digital »

    Rza Bobby Digital Nyc Everything текст песни

    Nyc Everything

    Featuring Method Man

    [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



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