(feat. Ghostface Killah , Islord , Royal Fam)



[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



[Ndira: talking over Islord above]

Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? 

Hijo de puta 

? el coño de mi, maricon 

y nunca me llamas, Roberto 

You treat me like an analog ho



[Islord]

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



[Timbo King] Cold World, what?

[Ndira] Todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta 



[Timbo King]

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]

Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes? 

Hijo de puta 

? el coño de mi, maricon 

y nunca me llamas 

Me tratas like an analog ho, Roberto 

Nadie te importa, cariño 

I wanna be Digital Bobby 

Bobby Digital 

RZA me advertio de 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