N.Y.C. Everything RZA (Ft. Method Man)

[Hook: Bobby Digital]
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now-Why-See everythin'
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting

[Verse 1: Bobby Digital]
Rhyme star, I write a hundred-thousand dollar bar
My 10-strike combo deletes your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles
Sing a simple song, Bobby 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 and rip charts and
Artery, shots aimed at your heart and
Daffy duck us, we still bring the motherfuckin' ruckus!
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts, drink Bud Light beer with Buzz Lightyear
Went from here to infinity, but I'm right here
Bobby Digital overthrow your whole citadel
Mr. Pitiful, your whole rap stack is despicable
Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish
Cherish every moment of this life before you perish
Bitch! *ka-chich-ka-chich* Watch me switch
Lookin' for a bird I can hitch
Enter 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
Dick apple-head opens up your clit wider, taste the apple cider
You become strong, then become a bride of
(Bobby-Bobby-Bobby! Digi-Digi-Digi!)
Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie