Artist: RZA/Bobby Digital f/ Method Man Album: RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo Song: N.Y.C. Everything Typed by: Nature2QBC@aol.com [RZA/Bobby Digital] Yo, yo, yo From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing Bobby Digital got the golden silk sting Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar My pen strike calm'll delete your power bar Dr. Octopus tentacles, sing a simple song Bob Digital instrumental, nothing's identical You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head, Ore-Ida Deep-fried crinkle cut, one single cut, fucks your whole LP up You must be stupid you liar I'm the purifier, live wire, hip-hop reviver A suicide mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen Perfect precision marksman, spit darts an, flip charts 'an Archery, shots aimed at your heart then Daffy Duck us, we still +Bring+ the motherfuckin +Ruckus+ Project Killa Hill be the buggest Smoke blunts, drink Bud Light beer, with Buzz Lightyear Went from here to infinity, for them right here Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel Mr. Pitiful, your whole shrap style is despicable Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish Cherish every moment of this love before you perish Bitch, +k-chicka-chik+, watch me switch Lookin for a bird, I can hitch into your atmosphere, dig your pussy out like a pap smear Make you smile, at the same time, crack a tear Smack your rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear Rough Rider up inside ya, thick applehead opens up your clit wider Taste the apple cider You become strong, then become a biter (Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi) Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie Heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now-Y-C Everything, niggas who sling Shaolin cats're thrown inside the bing Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting [Method Man] Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again Neverminded men, drop a gem, can he shine again? Most definite, let this be my Last Will and Testament For the pessimist, exercise for The Exorcist Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be perpetuous Decimate the poetry, and everything that's close to me The lecherous, Jon-athon King of the Seven Seas, battle with Leviathan, The Methodist Poly to your deficit, hit it up If I can't live it up somebody gotta give it up John Jay, blow 'em out the water, drop the Bombay Your bitch look like Strangé, rubbin me that wrong way Burn one then sautee, bringin you different ways of sword play They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover I'm like Larry, when the Fish-burne, I burn rubber cause I'm not an easy lover Ten the midnight, butt naked with a knife Ask my a-alikes, I've been crazy all my life Hard time homicide, time fly, do or die Crooked ass and Crooked I, scripture from the dark side Johnny 5, I reside, in the killa bee hive only the strong gon' survive From the depths of the Killa to the top of Now Born Whylin on Staten Island be the poet John John Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gypped Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip From the depths of the Killa to the top of Now Born Whylin on Staten Island be the poet John John Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gypped Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip