RZA

RZA - Nyc Everything songtekst

Je score:

[RZA/Bobby Digital]
 Yo  yo  yo
 From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
 Now Y C/Now I see Everything
 Niggas who sling  Shaolin cats throw inside a bing
 Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting
 Rhyme star  I write a hundred thousand dollar bar
 My pinstripe comma deletes your power bar
 Dr. Octopus tentacles  same as different song
 Bob Digital instrumental, nothing's indentitcal
 You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head or Ida
 Deep-fried crinkle cut, one nickel cup fucked your whole LP up
 You must be stupid you liar
 I'm the purifier, live wire, hip-hop reviver
 A suicide mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
 Perfect precision marksman, spit darts an, flip charts 'an
 Archery, shots aimed at your heart then
 Daffy Duckest will still  Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus
 Project Killa Hill be the buckest
 Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Buzz Lightyear
 Wet from here to infinity for them white hair
 Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel
 Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is dispicable
 Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish
 Cherish every moment of his love before you perish
 Bitch, chicka chicka chich, watch me switch
 Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into your atmosphere
 Take your pussy out like a pap smear
 Make you smile, at the same time crack a tear
 Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider
 Up inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit wider
 Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a ?prider?
 (Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi)
 Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie
 Heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
 Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything
 Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing
 Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting
 From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Green
 Now-Y-C Everything, niggas who sling
 Shaolin cats is thrown inside the bing
 Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting

 [Method Man]
 Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again
 Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he shine again
 Most definate, let this be my last willing testament
 For the pesimist, exercise for the Exorcist
 Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be
 Perpetuous, desimate the poetry cuz everything is close to me
 The lectorous, Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit Leviathon
 The Methodist, poly to your deficit, hit it up
 If I can't live it up somebody gotta give it up
 John J., blow em out the water adopt the Bombey
 Your bitch look like Stronjay, look at me the wrong way
 Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play
 They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover
 I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
 Cuz I'm not an easy lover
 To the midnight, butt naked wit a knife
 Ask my alien likes, I've been crazy all my life
 Hardtime homicide, time flys, do or die
 Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the darkside
 Johnny 5, I reside, in the killa bee hive,
 only the strong gon' survive
 From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
 Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John
 Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
 Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
 From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
 Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John
 Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp
 Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Clifford Smith (2)

Componist: ?

Publisher: Gee Street

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: RZA as Bobby Digital ?– In Stereo (1998)

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