B.o.b.b.y

Ultimate Breakbeats N' shit right?

Niggaz still makin' money off o' those shits

Loopin' the same shits for a thousand years N' shit right?

The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y

The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L

The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y

The D, the I, G, the I, the T, A, L

Digital

Yo

You know us to be robust, the greatest crew since Cold Crush

This poisonous slang keep emcees avoidin' us

Can't think about the proper remedies for destroyin' us

Your best bet black is sit back N' start enjoyin' us

N' run your commissary, attack your coronary

I'ma very revolutionary

Honorary is sonic-electronic-brain like Johnny Nneumonic

Get boosted from the sorrow N' went Wu-tonic

You be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle

To serve to your bird with cheese N' pumpernickle

Three state Charlie a classic like Marley Marl

Tie your ass down N' run you over with a trolley car

My nigga Kucky keep 'em Bucky like Dent

Intent, read the fine print

It says 'do not enter', or cross the lines

You be tossed behind N' forced to submit to the rhyme

B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L

B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L

B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L

Digital, Digital...

Four-four in the holster strapped tight by the velcro

Steel padded vest on the chest, armed right from the elbow

Pointed rings resemble Killa Bee stings

It's the mental of slingin' swords, thinkin' (?) brings

Rain, hail, snow N' earthquakes, search your mental birthdate

50 state prisons keep the body in perfect shape

Just got hit on the hip by this bird talkin'

'Bout she got a blister on her lip

That comes from not garglin' after suckin'

I'm togglin' the buttons on my cell-phone

Call my nigga Tone, the well known

Bubblegoose shredders made him thick as Carl Weathers

Solid chrome barretta's nines stuffed inside the Wu leather

Hot shots melt through your pleather

Never endin' story not from the land of Nether

We fight for our rights to the death like Mega Evers

Wu-Tang Clan Forever, all in together now

B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L

B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I

Digital, Digital...

Yo

Up from the rugged grains of Shaolin soil

Old Earth kept a nigga spoilt

Though the reigns to my veins remain royal

Burnin' up high speed dub, my CD spins like a hubcap on a Ac'

Tre-pound snub rap we might joust

Fresh spring water from the ounce

Stalked like a tomahawk, Indian bitch, you get scalped

Like a ticket sold in Cleveland, you feel me in

N' now I stream up your bone marrow

Wu-Tang song last long as Christmas carols

Niggaz throw darts, I'm shootin' flamin' arrows

Pierce through your physical faculties with pin-point accuracy

You don't wanna battle me..

The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y

The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L

(Digital, Digital, Chhhhhh...)

The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y

The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L

The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y

The D, the I, the G, the I, T, A, L

B-O-B-B-Y The D-I-G-I-T-A-L

B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L

B-O-B-B-Y-D-the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L

Digital, Digital...

Pshhh...