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Ultimate breakbeats an' shit right? Niggaz still makin' money offa those shits Loopin' the same shits for a thousand years An' shit, right? The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L Digital Yo, you know us to be robust, the greatest crew since Cold Crush This poisonous slang keep MCs avoidin' us Can't think about the proper remedies for destroyin' us Your best bet black is sit back an' start enjoyin' us An' run your commissary, attack your coronary I'ma bury revolutionary Honorary is sonic, electronic brain like Johnny Mnemonic Get boosted from the sorrow an' went Wu-tonic You be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle To serve to your bird, with cheese and pumpernickel Three state Charlie a cla*sic like Marley Marl Tie your a*s down an' run you over with a trolley car My nigga, Lucky keep 'em bucky like Dent Intent, read the fine print, it says 'Do not enter, or cross the lines You be tossed behind an' forced to submit to the rhyme' B.O.B.B.Y D.I.G.I.T.A.L B.O.B.B.Y D.I.G.I.T.A.L B.O.B.B.Y D.I.G.I.T.A.L Digital, Digital 44 in the holster, strapped tight by the Velcro Steel padded vest on the chest, armed right from the elbow Pointed rings resemble Killa Bee stings It's the mental of slingin' swords, thinkin' a buck brings Rain, hail, snow an' earthquakes Search your mental birth date 50 straight push-ups keep the body in perfect shape Just got hit on the hip by this bird Talkin' 'bout she got a blister on her lip That comes from not garglin' after s*ckin' I'm togglin' the buttons on my cell phone Call my nigga, Tone, the well known Bubblegoose shredders made him thick as Carl Weathers Solid chrome Berettas, nines stuffed inside the Wu leather Hot shots melt through your pleather 'Never ending story', not from the land of Nether We fight for our wives to the death like Mega Evers Wu-Tang Clan forever, all an' together now B.O.B.B.Y D.I.G.I.T.A.L B.O.B.B.Y D.I.G.I. Digital, Digital Up from the rugged grains of Shaolin soil Ol' earth kept a nigga spoilt Though the reigns to my veins remain royal, burnin' up High speed dub, my CD spins like a hub cap on a Ac' Tre-pound snub rap, we might joust Fresh spring water from the ounce Stalked like a tomahawk, Indian bitch, you get scalped Like a ticket sold in Cleveland, you feel me in? An' now I stream up your bone marrow Wu-Tang song last long as Christmas carols Niggaz throw darts, I'm shootin' flamin' arrows Pierce through your physical faculties With pinpoint accuracy, you don't wanna battle me The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L The Digital The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L B.O.B.B.Y D.I.G.I.T.A.L B.O.B.B.Y D.I.G.I.T.A.L B.O.B.B.Y D., the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L Digital, Digital