Yo, yo, yo From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now I see everything Niggas who sling Shaolin' cats thrown 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 identical 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 and flip charts, and 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 Light-year Wet from here to infinity for them white hair Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is despicable Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish Cherish every moment of his love before you perish Bitch, chicka, chicka, chick, 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 apple head 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 I see everything is N.Y.C. Everything Niggas who sling Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting From the heart of Medina to the top of Fort Green Now I Everything Niggas who sling Shaolin' cats is thrown inside the bing Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again Nevermindin' men droppin' 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 'cause everything is close to me The lecherous Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit' 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, adopt the Bombay Your bitch look like Stronjay, rubbin' me the wrong way Burn one and sauté, 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 'Cause 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 Hard time homicide, time flies, do or die Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the dark side Johnny Five, 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
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, ROBERT F. DIGGS
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