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Robert Fitzgerald Diggs (born July 5, 1969), better known by his stage name Rza ( /ˈrɪzə/ RIZ-ə; usually styled RZA), is an American Grammy-winning music producer, multi-instrumentalist, author, emcee, and occasional actor, director, and screenwriter. A prominent figure in hip hop, Rza is the de facto leader of the Wu-Tang Clan. He has produced almost all of Wu-Tang Clan's albums as well as many Wu-Tang solo and affiliate projects. He has also released solo albums under the alter-ego Bobby Digital, along with executive producing credits for side projects. In addition to the Wu-Tang Clan and his solo releases, Rza was also a founding member of the horrorcore Hip Hop group Gravediggaz where he used the name The Rzarector. Furthermore, he has acted in several mo… more »

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Spectacular cardiovascular attacker!
Shaq's on the track with the Blackula
Puzzler! Rugged slugger, 40 oz guzzler
Gold nugget fangs punch holes inside your jugular
Veins, do it quick, before your brain get drained
With the horror you now have become stained
Ice cold, like the winter, Eskimo! Enter
The skill like a splinter! A decimal
Let's have a festival, Wu-Tang Killer Bees, we
(Su!) Ah, intellectual
Styles break your mind!
Shine, nigga, shine!

We don't need no hooks!

The Shaq Attaq has risen
Au concrete PM this is twism
Always and forever, forever always attack
I bring flava to ya ear like Craig Mack!
Life's a B and then ya D, refer to Nasty Nas Illmatic
CD, #3 static!
You don't want none, ya best to keep lookin'
AEIOU's a ass-whoopin'! You're tooken
Into Clear and Present Danger, I'm a perfect stranger
Quick to rearrange a, outlook, so look out
So here me comes! Quick to beat you down
Like the RZA on the drums!
Change my name like Prince, punks be tremblin'
My name ain't Shaq no more, call me Superman emblem! 
Marks, get set, go left
The Shaq, the RZA, get ready for the Meth!

We don't need no hooks!

Dangersome, comin' mad phat, Terrordome
Like whadva ak, we can get it on, break 'em down
I'm a set it, yeah, ooh dat dirty rat, bring 'em here
To the mind bender, the death sender to your ear, Method
Whatup, hookers? Hoodrats are no goodaz
It be Tical breakin' rims with the Seven footer
Shaq, bring it to the front, now bring it back
To the head, black, 'cause when my Soul Train hit the track
Target: the Billboard Charts, don't make me start it
The whole industry is gassed up and now they farted
My object is destruction, for percussion, rhymes I'm bustin'
Got your wholes block duckin'
Down! The end is here, apocalypse now!
Gettin' shot, Diesel work it out

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