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SINGER: RZA
SONG: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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