Ultimate Breakbeats N` shit right?
Niggaz still makin` money off o` those shits
Loopin` the same shits for a thousand years N` shit right?
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, G, the I, the T, A, L
Digital
Yo
You know us to be robust, the greatest crew since Cold Crush
This poisonous slang keep emcees avoidin` us
Can`t think about the proper remedies for destroyin` us
Your best bet black is sit back N` start enjoyin` us
N` run your commissary, attack your coronary
I`ma very revolutionary
Honorary is sonic-electronic-brain like Johnny Nneumonic
Get boosted from the sorrow N` went Wu-tonic
You be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle
To serve to your bird with cheese N` pumpernickle
Three state Charlie a classic like Marley Marl
Tie your ass down N` run you over with a trolley car
My nigga Kucky keep `em Bucky like Dent
Intent, read the fine print
It says `do not enter`, or cross the lines
You be tossed behind N` forced to submit to the rhyme
B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L
B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L
B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L
Digital, Digital...
Four-four in the holster strapped tight by the velcro
Steel padded vest on the chest, armed right from the elbow
Pointed rings resemble Killa Bee stings
It`s the mental of slingin` swords, thinkin` (?) brings
Rain, hail, snow N` earthquakes, search your mental birthdate
50 state prisons keep the body in perfect shape
Just got hit on the hip by this bird talkin`
`Bout she got a blister on her lip
That comes from not garglin` after suckin`
I`m togglin` the buttons on my cell-phone
Call my nigga Tone, the well known
Bubblegoose shredders made him thick as Carl Weathers
Solid chrome barretta`s nines stuffed inside the Wu leather
Hot shots melt through your pleather
Never endin` story not from the land of Nether
We fight for our rights to the death like Mega Evers
Wu-Tang Clan Forever, all in together now
B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L
B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I
Digital, Digital...
Yo
Up from the rugged grains of Shaolin soil
Old Earth kept a nigga spoilt
Though the reigns to my veins remain royal
Burnin` up high speed dub, my CD spins like a hubcap on a Ac`
Tre-pound snub rap we might joust
Fresh spring water from the ounce
Stalked like a tomahawk, Indian bitch, you get scalped
Like a ticket sold in Cleveland, you feel me in
N` now I stream up your bone marrow
Wu-Tang song last long as Christmas carols
Niggaz throw darts, I`m shootin` flamin` arrows
Pierce through your physical faculties with pin-point accuracy
You don`t wanna battle me..
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
(Digital, Digital, Chhhhhh...)
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, T, A, L
B-O-B-B-Y The D-I-G-I-T-A-L
B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L
B-O-B-B-Y-D-the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
Digital, Digital...
Pshhh...
