Must Be Bobby - Rza As Bobby Digital

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BobbyYo yo

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Bobby yoHit the bodega for a 40 ounce son

Garcia Vega

Two bags of chips and one pack of

Now and Laters

Flame tucked down to my nuts on my last buck

Only thing keep a n***a calm is a good f**k

Loose-leaf cigarettes be dipped in wet

Chicken of the seas get trapped inside my net

With their clothes off son when the gun goes off

I'm bound to play

Napoleon and blow a nose off

Your Sphinx your stumble rap style your flow's off

Like Kunta tryin' to run with his chopped toes off

Unchallenged sword

I yield the storm rider

Clip full of ruffled-tip fast-actin' long fire

Four hundred grain cartridge with steel casin'

Those who can't draw the crowd is still tracin'

The mic is cast to the floor and shapeshifted

Heavy as the hammer of

Thor you can't lift it

So tense b***h there's no defense

This four-four inch'll make you jump the fence

Right eye squinted

I speak brok-len

EnglishStumble off the cold four-oh of old

English Wu brew

Two-two inside the shoe

No describin' what this heat in my jacket could do

I teach seeds to read never reach for the w**d indeed

Bow down to the great

Bob Digi Digi

Yo it must be

BobbyOh no it must be

BobbyOh no it must be

BobbyOh no it must be

I keep rice soaked in coconut milk mixed with

TofuSit in the sun six hours then

I charge up like

GokuDragonball

Z imagine you're raggin' me

That's like walkin' through a

Blood hood flaggin' a

CNot tryin' to tell you how much weight we carry

It may get every snake in the tri-state buried

Plus Feds had one add sayin'

I gun traffed

I sold twenty million records b***h some laugh

Fresh shafts of morning dew on

Nancy Drew

Sherlock Holmes crime sleuth couldn't figure the

WuYou loaf of bread head keep a sober head

One point five million years my overhead

Yo yo it must be

BobbyYo yo it must be

BobbyOh no it must be

BobbyYo check yo

I keep MC's puzzled keep my dogs in the muzzle

Ice cold forty ounce drink 'em down with one guzzle

Son might spit a word at a bird see if she chirp back

Tall chocolate deluxe buttercup off the meat rack

A chickenhead scratch the yard for worms

And roosters walk around with their heads in the perm

I be spreadin' knowledge keepin' my third eye polished

Never chase for dollars to fulfill the black wallet

You must be

Bellevue son

I walk with twelve jewels

Afford anything this world could sell you

Beats that the change the style'll rearrange ya

BZA-Bobby

I'm strikin' you like

Beatlemania

Yo it must be

BobbyOh no it must be

BobbyYo son it must be

BobbyBZA-buh

BZA-wha'

BZA-Bobbyf**kin' up the mic is still my hobby

F-f**kin' up the mic is still my hobby

Yo yo it must be

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