RZA, Method Man - N.Y.C. Everything lyrics

[RZA, Method Man - N.Y.C. Everything lyrics]

From the heart of Medina to
The head of Fort Greene
Now Why See everything niggas who sling
Shaolin cats thrown inside of bing
Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting

Rhyme star
I write a hundred thousand dollar bar
My ten strike combo deletes your power bar
Dr octopus tentacle, sing a simple song
Bob Digital instrumental
Nothing's identical you biter
Non-writer, Mr potato Head
Ore-Ida deep-fried crinkle cut
One single cut fucks your whole LP up
You must be stupid you
Liar, I'm the purifier, live wire
Hip Hop reviver
A suicide mission you're committing
Go against the Wu Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman


Spit darts and rip charts and
Archery, shots aimed at your heart and
Daffy duck us
We still bring the motherfucking ruckus
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light
Beer with Buzz Lightyear
Went from here to infinity but I'm right here
Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel
Mister Pitiful
Your whole rap stack is despicable
Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish
Cherish every moment of this
Love before you perish
Bitch - ka chich ka chich - watch me switch
Looking for a bird I can hitch
Enter your atmosphere
Dig your pussy out like a pap smear
Make you smile, at the same
Time crack a tear, smack your 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 bride of
(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi)
Stuck to your ass like
A Victoria's Secret wedgie

(replace "golden seal sting" with
"killa bee sting")

Drink a Heineken
As we go inside the mind again
Never minding men, dropping gem
Can he shine again most definite
Let this be my last will and testament
For the pessimist, exercise for the Exorcist
Johnny Treacherous, like Three
I'm supposed to be perpetuous
Decimate the poetry get everything
That's close to me the lecherous, Jonathan
King of the seven seas
Battle with Leviathan, 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 Dr bombay
Your bitch look like Strange
Rubbing me the wrong way burn one and saute
Bringing you different ways of sword play
They busting bullets over Broadway
Deep cover
I'm like Larry when the fish burn
I burn rubber cause I'm not an easy lover
Ten to midnight, butt naked with a knife
Ask my A-alikes, I've been crazy all my life
Hard time homicide, time fly, do or die
Crooked S and crooked I
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 of 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 of 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

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