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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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1998
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Wu Tang worldwide  Wu Tang  Bobby Digital worldwide 
Worldwide  word up  all y'all crab M-C's out there 
Let me spark y'all like this one time 

Yo I make your fragile bones rattle with babbles  chrome bowls 
Microphone arrows thrown strike like stone paddles 
To ya head  you'll be spread across the floor 
And ain't headed for a bead of roses 
Needle threaded  one jaw have said it 
By the fatal blow, tornado blow, battleship 
Wu boats will float, torpedo, you can't stay a-float 
You sink to the brink of extincted animals 
While I bang on your head to the buckle like bawdy animals 
Steal stinger, Killa Bee ten inches, sharper than picket fences 
Quick to detect your intentions, if they're wicked 
Meditate, build the house on the next dimension 
My flow is co-hension, you'll be startled 

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk 
Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts 
Smellin' like I ran over I skunk 
Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month 
But f*ck it, I got to spit this verse from my lung 

Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk 
Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts 
Smellin' like I ran over I skunk 
Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month 
But f*ck it, I got to spit this verse, yo 

Pound drop your head to the canvas 
It's like you got no fuckin' manners 
You be duckin' hammers, we be clutchin' banners 
Touchin' amateur challengers, we try to throw off balancers 
Keep a 120 brain compounder inside the canister 
You can't compare to an atom of my hair 
While my verbal shot be drillin' through the cave of your ear 
Recochet to the ceilin', the desert eagle hemisphere 
Deflect off your medula, exit off to the rear 
MCin' is easier to me than breathin'
And makin' beats to me is easier than bein'
Killin' vibes is easier than seein' 
I be geein', and f*ck with the Wu-Tang Clan is wildin'
Bitch, than a 1000 foot hill with broke steez 
Plot by rocks, wildily ghost, still needle flyin' trees 
My mind sees all of the unusual energies 
Tell me, have you ever felt a sunshine breeze? 

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk 
Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts 
Smellin' like I ran over I skunk 
Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month 
But f*ck that, I got to get a verse from my lung 

Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk 
Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts 
Smellin' like I ran over I skunk 
Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month 
But f*ck it, I got to spit it 

Yo, your floweress is powerless against me 
Your cowardess attack can master track alchemist raps 
Rap Malcolm, my champagne staims, silver, Lex bullet 4 
Millennium falcon, just to protect the Wu-Tang's sacred valium 
Chased by Jake's planes, I race state's police 
We slay microphone foes, the size of ro-beasts 
Unpredictable pain is inflictable 
Razor blade will ripple you, death blow will cripple you 
1.9 level meter, son, you just skipped on my class 
Is here to rap camera classes, hi-jack these bus passes 
This system was symphonic, jacked with no masses 
Sound systems blast-es, rhyme system was writin', well-casted 
Strong as safari hunter, calm in black mongo 
Un-plug the dynamic mic cord and hung you 
From a towerin' speaker, I tape your ear to the tweater 
My mental idea's are more severe than your heater 
Innocent drive-by's, 85'ers shoot try to over throw us 
They love us like babies, once they get to know us 
Your floweress is powerless against me 

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk 
Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts 
Smellin' like I ran over I skunk 
Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month 
But f*ck that, I got to get a verse from my lung 

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk 
Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts 
Smellin' like I ran over I skunk 
Wiz poppin' junk, it must be that time of the month 
But f*ck that, I got to get the verse out my lung

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Written by: ROBERT F. DIGGS

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