Rza Bobby Digital - Bobby Did It

featuring Ghostface Killah  Islord  Ndira  
Royal Fam  Jamie Sommers 

[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 fuck 
about 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 fat 
with 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 chains 
with 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 mouth 
Stand 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