Dollaz & Sense Blakroc (Ft. The Black Keys, Pharoahe Monch & RZA)

[Intro: RZA]
Yeah, yo, Zig-Zag-Zig-Zig, uh, Zig-Zag-Zig, yeah, uh
Oh man, this is very scary, Bza-Bza-Bza-Bobby not the ordinary
Hehehehe, you won't hear that old shit
Yo, turn the beat up a little bit just so I can tell 'em what I've been
Trynna tell 'em
You got, oh, man, Joe

[RZA]
Like Toney Starks said, we throw yo ass in the Cobra Clutch
Your man watch as your whole leg open up
Sober up, baby, it's the Bob Digi
We throw darts in the air that flow like a frisbee
My niggas frostbitten, glass staying crispy
Love my wiz, but ya dud nigga miss me
I'm bionic, my chronic drowned in Digi juice
My fist fast as Bruce, you better call a truce
No excuse, the black man must stand up
Time to make the Wu sign, throw both of your hands up
You see me in a Maserati, Gran Turismo
Up in the club, my beat got my sub than Quizno
Mama, just the business, I'mma get this
Keep the ten digits, fuck that, before I quit this
Walk in the prints of a Prince, if it don't make dollars, nigga, then it
Don't make sense