Tonalità: Bb major
Verse 1
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F#m
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Yo,
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From the heart of Medina to the
head of Fort Greene
Now I see everything
Niggas who sling
Shaolin' cats thrown inside a bing
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Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting
I write a hundred thousand dollar bar
My pinstripe comma
deletes your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles same
as different song
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Bob Digital instrumental; nothing's
identical
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You biter, non- writer,
Mr. Potato Head or Ida
Deep- fried crinkle cut; one nickel-
cup fucked your whole LP up
You must be stupid, you liar
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I'm the purifier, live wire,
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hip- hop reviver
A suicide mission you're committin'
Go against the Wu- Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman
Spit darts and flip charts, and
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Archery shots aimed at your heart then
Daffy Duckest will still bring
da motherfuckin' ruckus
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts,
drink Bud Light beer wit' Buzz Light- year
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Wet from here to infinity
for them white hair
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Bobby Digital,
overthrow your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack
is despicable
Undernourished,
your shit cannot flourish
Cherish every moment of his
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love before you perish
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Bitch, chicka, chicka, chick,
watch me switch
Lookin' for a bird I can hitch
into your atmosphere
Take your pussy out like a pap smear
Make you smile,
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at the same time crack a tear
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Smack ya rear, vagina saliva,
Trojan wear, rough rider
Up inside ya, dick apple head
opens up your clit wider
Taste the apple cider,
G
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you become strong then become a prider
(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
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Now I see everything is
N.Y.C. Everything
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Niggas who sling
Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting
From the heart of Medina
to the top of Fort Green
G
Now I Everything
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Niggas who sling
Shaolin' cats is thrown inside the bing
Verse 2
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting
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G
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Drink a Heineken, as we go inside
the mind again
Nevermindin' men droppin'
gem - can he shine again?
Most definite; let this be
my last will and testament
For the pessimist,
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exercise for the Exorcist
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Johnny Treacherous, like Three,
I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, decimate the poetry
'cause everything is close to me
The lecherous Jonathon, king of the seven seas,
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battle wit' Le viathan
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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,
adopt the Bombay
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Your bitch look like Stronjay,
rubbin' me the wrong way
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Burn one and sauté,
bringin' you different ways to sword play
They bustin' bullets over broadway,
Deep Cover
I'm like Larry when the fish
burn; I burn rubber
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'Cause I'm not an easy lover
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To the midnight, butt naked wit' a knife
Ask my alien likes - I've
been crazy all my life
Hard time homicide,
time flies, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye,
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scripture from the dark side
I reside in the killa bee hive
Only the strong gon' survive
From the depths of the killa to the top,
we're now born
Wildin' on Staten Island
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be the poet John John
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Can't forget Bobby; if I did,
I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich,
ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the depths of the killa to the top,
we're now born
Wildin' on Staten Island be
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the poet John John
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Can't forget Digi; if I did, I'd feel gyp
Outro 1
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
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