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