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Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Digital, Bobby Digital, Wu Tang, Killer Bees
It's all about Bobby, I'm floatin' in your galaxyYou fallin' down a endless tunnel of doom reality
Grahically, my Killer Bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin' Guinness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearanceStill deceases kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin' my nameHolocaust, black man, loose veins, littered with thorns
Back smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs

Strike three, mics flee, I infect 'em with green germs, ringworm'Cuz I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
Stop graftin' me, chump ass niggaz eyein' me, temp me
I'll break it simply, I'm horrifyingly emptySpittin' darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hideout
Rock crush or German suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave or your lab
Get stabbed in bloody bathWhile, I'm sippin' herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactusGot Oscar nominee, MC's stuck to my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While, Bobby's throwin' razor CD's like Ninja Stars
Chick, chick, chick, chhYo, yo, dropped down a manhole, yo
I rap ammo, blows out your candle, check, yo
Dropped down a manhole, I rap ammo
Blows out your candle, have Wu Tang tagged up
On your tombstone by JandelRelease the info, 4 4, increase your heart tempo
Scared your ass, you jumped through a closed window
To a hundred beats per a second, my mic's secret weapon
Infertiate your style to that of Led ZeppelinEncyclopedia Britannica, Hanna Barbera, world of superest incher
Couldn't give a proper word on the scripture of my manner
You're just a flicker to my inferno, we burn for eternal
MC's delight popcorn, we poppin' every curnelJot us in your journal, we hot like a thermal
Nuclear explosion, under my control of your country
[Incomprehensible]My technique, he vocabulary freak
Recite for state, my divine is like Dante's Peak
At most, you'll be trapped off in PatMoss
Get smacked in the back of your neck with the black toastKing Cobra, back blew back and bare foot
On the roof dusted out, waitin' for carriers
Poppin' like Orville Redd'n Bocker or Betty Crocker
The pop secret is the forty five glock popperControl men like rats that's controlled by Ben or Willis
American Express privileges, blood spillage
We got more balls then village
Star spangled banner, soldier stand up
Cobra commander, stop the propagandaThirty shot banana clip, full loaded
Radar scanners get decoded
Digital warfare torments your head, eye's bloated
Nexus floated, poison darts quotedAmerican eagle stingin' up blue Beetle Bailey
On the wine mixed with Hennessey daily
Keep thee scaly, Israeli niggaz from the clan
We bide the Omish that'll harness the promised landYo, yo, yo, you can't escape from the Dr. of Doom
My lyrics bloom on bafoons and take flight like witches brooms
That full moon on all you dumb, dumbs
Watch your filthy rise away like soap scumThe warlord swingin' flamin' swords just like a shogun
Of the darkness, my scriptures cause arches like flamin' archmen
My Killer Bee sting remains accurate like a marksman
So, tape with caution, we attack like Black MartiansCorner of the market, by usin' digital strategies
Reefer sparks my acid battery, y'all, niggaz flatter me
With all that tough talk, I drop bombs like Mookie Blaylock
From the outside or the inside, create intense rides
When my pen glides, all MC's will get they heads fliedFor talkin' shit, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pit
Killer Bees must reign supreme throughout the continent
We conquered it, motherfuckersAiyo, aiyo, the beat terminal, exquisite young coolie high production
Caught up in the hollow head suction
Ten pogo sticks, two black belts that break bricks
Diet Coke meetin's with the richI'm faithfully married to rap
We've been engaged for twelve years
Tyson bite Holyfield ear
We love the sport, look out your window
Now see, pull up to say, y'all be amazed meTony Starks, spaceship, ran by a daughter's cellar
Only man out, walked through hell
Dick swingin' like shit went well
Call it the Mighty Joe YoungDouble swirl slush, Wonder Woman, sapphire shit with the pearls
It looked real nice, yo, heavy on the gravy
Third, bag a secretary in the glaze, he tagged eighty words
From whirl winds to whirl poolsOpenly see, wise the earth spin
Sunny dance with the serpent
Who shot JJ and it's my bone
The same nigga ridin' the trainSame nigga with his name on the jacket
Switch to chaseable, inhaled the bad bag of that Jason
Fell out twice in the basement, straight up and down, y'all
Digital, Bobby Digital, Bobby

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Rza

Robert Fitzgerald Diggs, better known by his stage name RZA (pronounced /ˈrɪzə/; born July 5, 1969), is an American Grammy winning music producer, author, rapper, and occasional actor, director, and screenwriter. A prominent figure in hip hop music, he 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 subsequently gained attention for his work scoring and acting in films.

He has also released solo albums under the alter-ego Bobby Digital. In addition to the Wu-Tang Clan and his solo releases, RZA was also a founding member of the rap group Gravediggaz where he used the name The Rzarector.

He has made cameos in several movies including Coffee and Cigarettes, American Gangster, Gospel Hill, Life Is Hot in Cracktown, Ghost Dog, Funny People, Repo Men. About.com named him 3rd on their list of best hip hop producers of all time

Born in Brownsville, Brooklyn, New York, RZA spent time in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania as a child, where his father had a convenience store in the Hill District.[1] A young RZA also spent many years living in North Carolina with his uncle. RZA began his hip hop career in the late 1980s and early 1990s as a member of the trio Force of the Imperial Master (which subsequently became known as the All in Together Now Crew after they had a successful underground single of that name). The group consisted of future Wu-Tang members and his cousins GZA (then known as the Genius) and Ol' Dirty Bastard (then known as Ason Unique, the Specialist, and the Professor).

Once this local band dissolved, both he and the GZA attempted to kick start solo careers. With the help of GZA's friend (then owner of Jamaica Records) they both secured single deals with album options at successful labels, GZA going to Cold Chillin and RZA to Tommy Boy. GZA ultimately released the Words from the Genius album, but RZA's stint at Tommy Boy ended with only the EP Ooh I Love You Rakeem to show for it when he went to jail soon after its release. GZA's album flopped, and the two cousins became determined to conquer the hip hop industry on their own terms. Throughout most of his youth he enjoyed watching various kung-fu movies and purchasing countless albums which he would later sample in most of his music


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