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Yo, yo it's the unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open
Controlled emotions freewill as the same token
Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or twoWord's on the street Dunn Dunn Bobby's goin' Digital
Hoverin' the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet
Clouded by the Meth we move undetected in Secret Society Sects
NARC's radar suspected us to be a cumulus cloudEjectin' lightning, strikin' like a wild knuckle fight, in New Brighton
A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest
The energy compacted deep within, my inner chest
One touch of my eagle claw clutch, rips your gutsBrass head kill you fast with a rapid, head bust
Ninjas spyin', the ammo flyin', the steel iron
Blow a nigga neck from his head, like dandelions
My team is a magazine of M-16'sBut we calmly, defeat your army, by blowin' steam
Noisy as a thousand barkin' dogs, rap's sweat hogs
Welcome back to the catalogue, hip-hop cyborg
Bobby Digital, keyboard clogged bitch you analogWe blowin' smoke creatin' Scooby Doo fogs
Escape cell block eight's my tape on the rocks
Sean Connery, calmly bombin' MC's

Who stuck on my phenomenonWord up, no hurry up, for the merrier
You worry Duck, you get touched by the razor cut
You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo
You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yoThe Wu rag tied around your head, like a doo rag
Carry large black guns in small school bags
Funeral date, will be engraved on the wall, in Roman numerals
The Looney Tune niggaz I be rollin' with, be screwin' youQuick to make a nigga shit in his pants, with one glance
Laid back like a fat Huffy bike, on the kickstands
My Clan'll make the most hardrock chump turn to glass
And shatter, leave no traces of your matterYou kids playin' hot feet, wait 'til you go to sleep I pull your teeth
I'm vegetarian bitch, I don't need the beef
So how I spell relief?
Ruler Z, arm leg, leg arm headB.O.B.B.Y.
You don't qualify
You don't have supply
It's a natural highThe unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open
Controlled emotions freewill as the same token
Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or twoIt's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
We see a snake in the garden, we get rid of youBobby you be on that bullshit, all the time
With them big words and shit, I free y'all niggaz minds
What the fuck you think you are some king or somethin'
Motherfucker you ain't shit, high profilin'Yo, yo, my enemies of the Killa Bee Clan's founds their peers
Buried for a thousand years, or drowned in tears
My unpredictable lyrics straight, and spine tingling
Like slime from a baby's mouth, bitch niggaz you be lingerin'Bobby bobs panties from bitches with big asses
Bobby you be buggin', girl my mind flashes
My seeds be royal, niggaz sweat Muslim oil
My Earth gave birth to the fertile crescent soilNo time for fragile planet for small wombs
My dick bust a universe, my nuts weigh a moon, stay in tune
Champagne thoughts with Bud Light money, blunts dipped in honey
Digital, make the gloomiest day feel sunnySlang slides slashes for him plan record upon the Lord
Confuse you like a forty-eight track mixboard
Milli phaser blast a hole in your back the size of moon craters
These anti-crucified on my Technic crossfaderFuck the bloodshed, you be leakin' your soul
Physical mental emotion we will control
Infinite darts I apply to your back, like horse brandin'
I clear a thousand men with a jaw of an assbone, black SamsonThe unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open
Controlled emotions freewill as the same token
Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or twoIt's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
Slimy savages, against the Digital
Fuck you Analog, the shit is criticalThe unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open
Controlled emotions freewill as the same token
Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or twoBobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
You slimy savages, shit is gettin' critical
Fuck you Analog niggaz we be DigitalBobby Digital, word up fuck that, Bobby Digital

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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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