NYC Everything

[Hook: Bobby Digital] From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now Why See everything Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside of bing Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting [Verse 1: Bobby Digital] Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar My ten strike combo deletes your power bar Dr. Octopus tentacle, 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 committing Go against the Wu-Tang henchmen Perfect precision marksman, spit darts and rip charts and Archery, shots aimed at your heart and Daffy duck us, we still bring the motherfucking 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 Mister Pitiful, your whole rap stack is despicable Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish Cherish every moment of this love before you perish Bitch - ka-chich ka-chich - watch me switch Looking 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 applehead 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 [Hook x2] (replace "golden seal sting" with "killa bee sting") [Verse 2: Method Man] Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again Never minding men, dropping 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 Jonathan, 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 J., blow em out the water Dr. Bombay Your bitch look like Strange, rubbing me the wrong way Burn one and saute, bringing you different ways of sword play They busting bullets over Broadway, deep cover I'm like Larry when the fish burn, I burn rubber Cause I'm not an easy lover Ten to 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 eye, scripture from the darkside 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 Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip (Repeat x2)