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    Rza Bobby Digital »

    Rza Bobby Digital Unspoken Word текст песни

    Unspoken Word

    Chorus:

    Yo yo it’s the unspoken word
    You not heard get your brains open
    Controlled emotions freewill
    As the same token
    Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
    We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two

    [Bobby Digital]
    Word’s on the street Dunn Dunn Bobby’s goin Digital
    Hoverin the city inside the Wonder Woman’s invisible jet
    Clouded by the Meth we move undetected
    In secret society sects, NARC’s radar
    Suspected us to be a cumulus cloud, ejectin lightning
    Strikin like a wild knuckle fight, in New Brighton
    A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest
    The energy compacted deep within, my inner chest
    One touch of my eagle claw clutch, rips your guts
    Brass head kill you fast with a rapid, head bust
    Ninjas spyin, the ammo flyin, the steel iron
    Blow a nigga neck from his head, like dandelions
    My team is a magazine of M-16′s
    But we calmly, defeat your army, by blowin steam
    Noisy as a thousand barkin dogs, rap’s sweat hogs
    Welcome back to the catalogue, hip-hop cyborg
    Bobby Digital, keyboard clogged bitch you analog
    We blowin smoke creatin Scooby Doo fogs
    Escape cell block eight’s my tape on the rocks
    Sean Connery, calmly bombin MC’s, who stuck on my phenomenon
    Word up, no hurry up, for the merrier
    You worry Duck, you get touched by the razor cut
    You feel the flurry huh, don’t worry yo
    You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo

    The Wu rag tied around your head, like a doo rag
    Carry large black guns in small school bags
    Funeral date, will be engraved on the wall, in roman numerals
    The Looney Tune niggaz I be rollin with, be screwin you
    Quick to make a nigga shit in his pants, with one glance
    Laid back like a fat Huffy bike, on the kickstands
    My Clan’ll make the most hardrock chump turn to glass
    And shatter, leave no traces of your matter
    You kids playin hot feet, wait til you go to sleep I pull your teeth
    I’m vegetarian BITCH, I don’t need the beef
    So how I spell relief? Ruler Z, Arm Leg Leg Arm Head
    B.O.B.B.Y.
    You don’t qualify
    You don’t have supply
    It’s a natural high

    Chorus

    It’s Bobby Digital, word you can’t ridicule
    We see a snake in the garden, we get rid of you

    (Bobby you be on that bullshit) ALL THE TIME
    (With them big words and shit) I FREE Y’ALL NIGGAZ MINDS
    (What the fuck you think you are some king or somethin
    Motherfucker you ain’t shit, high profilin)

    Yo, yo, my enemies of the Killa Bee Clan’s founds their peers
    Buried for a thousand years, or drowned in tears
    My unpredictable lyrics straight, and spine tingling
    Like slime from a baby’s mouth, bitch niggaz you be lingerin
    Bobby bobs panties from bitches with big asses
    (Bobby you be buggin!) Girl my mind flashes
    My seeds be royal, niggaz sweat muslim oil
    My Earth gave birth to the fertile crescent soil
    No time for fragile planet for small wombs
    My dick bust a universe, my nuts weigh a moon, stay in tune
    Champagne thoughts with Bud Light money, blunts dipped in honey
    Digital, make the gloomiest day feel sunny
    Slang slides slashes for him plan record upon the Lord
    Confuse you like a forty-eight track mixboard
    Milli phaser blast a hole in your back the size of moon craters
    These anti-crucified on my Technic crossfader
    Fuck the bloodshed, you be leakin your soul
    Physical mental emotion we will control
    Infinite darts I apply to your back, like horse brandin
    I clear a thousand men with a jaw of an assbone, black Samson

    Chorus

    It’s Bobby Digital, word you can’t ridicule
    See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
    Slimy savages, against the Digital
    Fuck you Analog, the shit is critical

    Chorus

    Bobby Digital, word you can’t ridicule
    See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
    You slimy savages, shit is gettin critical
    Fuck you Analog niggaz we be Digital

    Bobby Digital
    Word up fuck that (Bobby Digital!)



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