Chorus:
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Yo, yo it's the unspoken word
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You not heard, get your brains open
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Controlled emotions freewill
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as the same token
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Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
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We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two
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[Bobby Digital]
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Word's on the street Dunn Dunn Bobby's goin Digital
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Hoverin the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet
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Clouded by the Meth we move undetected
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in secret society sects, NARC's radar
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suspected us to be a cumulus cloud, ejectin lightning
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Strikin like a wild knuckle fight, in New Brighton
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A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest
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The energy compacted deep within, my inner chest
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One touch of my eagle claw clutch, rips your guts
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Brass head kill you fast with a rapid, head bust
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Ninjas spyin, the ammo flyin, the steel iron
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Blow a nigga neck from his head, like dandelions
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My team is a magazine of M-16's
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But we calmly, defeat your army, by blowin steam
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Noisy as a thousand barkin dogs, rap's sweat hogs
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Welcome back to the catalogue, hip-hop cyborg
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Bobby Digital, keyboard clogged bitch you analog
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We blowin smoke creatin Scooby Doo fogs
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Escape cell block eight's my tape on the rocks
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Sean Connery, calmly bombin MC's, who stuck on my phenomenon
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Word up, no hurry up, for the merrier
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You worry Duck, you get touched by the razor cut
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You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo
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You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo
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The Wu rag tied around your head, like a doo rag
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Carry large black guns in small school bags
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Funeral date, will be engraved on the wall, in roman numerals
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The Looney Tune niggaz I be rollin with, be screwin you
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Quick to make a nigga shit in his pants, with one glance
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Laid back like a fat Huffy bike, on the kickstands
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My Clan'll make the most hardrock chump turn to glass
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and shatter, leave no traces of your matter
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You kids playin hot feet, wait til you go to sleep I pull your teeth
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I'm vegetarian BITCH, I don't need the beef
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So how I spell relief? Ruler Z, Arm Leg Leg Arm Head
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B.O.B.B.Y.
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You don't qualify
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You don't have supply
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It's a natural high
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Chorus
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It's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
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We see a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
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(Bobby you be on that bullshit) ALL THE TIME
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(With them big words and shit) I FREE Y'ALL NIGGAZ MINDS
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(What the fuck you think you are some king or somethin
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Motherfucker you ain't shit, high profilin)
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Yo, yo, my enemies of the Killa Bee Clan's founds their peers
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Buried for a thousand years, or drowned in tears
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My unpredictable lyrics straight, and spine tingling
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like slime from a baby's mouth, bitch niggaz you be lingerin
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Bobby bobs panties from bitches with big asses
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(Bobby you be buggin!) Girl my mind flashes
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My seeds be royal, niggaz sweat muslim oil
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My Earth gave birth to the fertile crescent soil
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No time for fragile planet for small wombs
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My dick bust a universe, my nuts weigh a moon, stay in tune
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Champagne thoughts with Bud Light money, blunts dipped in honey
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Digital, make the gloomiest day feel sunny
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Slang slides slashes for him plan record upon the Lord
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Confuse you like a forty-eight track mixboard
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Milli phaser blast a hole in your back the size of moon craters
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These anti-crucified on my Technic crossfader
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Fuck the bloodshed, you be leakin your soul
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Physical mental emotion we will control
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Infinite darts I apply to your back, like horse brandin
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I clear a thousand men with a jaw of an assbone, black Samson
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Chorus
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It's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
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See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
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Slimy savages, against the Digital
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Fuck you Analog, the shit is critical
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Chorus
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Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
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See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
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You slimy savages, shit is gettin critical
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Fuck you Analog niggaz we be Digital
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Bobby Digital
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Word up fuck that (Bobby Digital!)
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Unspoken Word
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