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's
But 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' you
Quick 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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