RZA - B.O.B.B.Y. lyrics

Ultimate Breakbeats and shit right?
Niggas still making money offa those shit's
Looping the same shit's for a
Thousand years and shit, right?

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You know us to be robust
The greatest crew since Cold Crush
This poisonous slang keep MCs avoiding us
Can't think about the proper
Remedies for destroying us your best bet
Black is sit back and start enjoying us
And run your commissary, attack your coronary
I'm a very revolutionary
Honorary and sonic electronic brain
Like Johnny Mnemonic
Get boosted from the sorrow and went Wu-tonic
You be fickle
Get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle
To serve to your bird
With cheese and pumpernickel
Beefsteak Charlie, a classic like Marley Marl
Tie your ass down and 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 and forced
To submit to the rhyme"

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44 in the holster strapped
Tight by the velcro
Steel padded vest on the chest
Arm knife on the elbow
Pointed rings resemble Killa Bee stings
Instrumental of slinging swords
Taking a buck brings
Rain, hail, storm, 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 talking 'bout
She got a blister on her lip
That comes from not gargling after sucking
I'm toggling the buttons on my cell-phone
Call my nigga Tone, the well known
Bubblegoose feathers made 'em think
It's Carl Weathers
Solid chrome Beretta 9s stuffed
Inside the Wu leather
Hot shots melt through your pleather
Never Ending Story not from
The Land of Nether
We fight for our rights to
The death like Medgar Evers
Wu Tang Clan Forever, All In Together Now

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Up from the rugged grains of Shaolin soil
Ol' Earth kept a nigga spoilt
Though the reigns to my veins remain royal
Burning 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 Alps
Stalked like a Tomahawk Indian
Bitch you get scalped
Like a ticket sold in Cleveland
You feel me in
And now I stream up your bone marrow
Wu Tang song last long as Christmas carols
Niggas throw darts
I'm shooting flaming 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 B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A
The L digital
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