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Do You Hear the Bells? – RZA

Yea, What’s happening women? What’s happening women?
Yea I got it now, yea yea yea, Yo Bobby Digital, point ’em out
Point ’em out watch me sort ’em out
Can you hear the bells?, I hear bells, can you hear the bells?
We hear the bells, yo the B the O the B the B the Y
The D the I the G the I the T the A the L
Can you hear the bells? Digital digital
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby

Yo fucking up the microphone be my hobby
All you crab motherfuckers out who want to rob me
You best to slob the knob G
You could never catch the great Bobby, indestructible
High producer production
Suck to the wall like suction cups
Yea what the fuck is up you duck
You better slip
Or get your wrist slit
Ultimate legit, can’t quit when it comes to making hits
A phat ass track I quickly program it
For others could see me, its like Smothers brothers
You get spread on bread like the butter
Peanut, what, see what, B what, razor blade cut from
your neck to your gut
Have no shackle
Easy for me to tackle
Best to watch back ’cause my razor sharp style
grapples MC’s
With the eagle claw clutch
I’m just to much to touch
Keep the mike beside me like Starks and Hutch
Word Up quick to roll a dutch and puff it up
Blunts everyday in the month
No need to front
We cause the blood to gush
Operation push, it’s the Wu!
You scarecrow, jump off the road
You best to reload, your gat black
And get your whole shit back phat
Don’t step to me with that
We can’t have that weak that
Bob Digital inside your citadel
Shit is critical, word it’s gonna take a miracle
For MC’s fall to the fallacy
Here’s my rhyme policy
Acknowledge me
I keep the high quantity plus quality
Equal make you see the sequel
Defiant eagles can’t match me or royal regal
Lethal eagle techniques
Word up when I speak the dialect
It makes girls’ pussys get wet
While niggas hit the rewind on my casette
We could make a thousand dollar bet
Bobby never failed yet
Bout to strike gold
Got Big Free on the ones and two
Break it down for them one time

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Do you hear the bells?
I hear the bells
Can you hear the bells?
Bobby, can you hear the bells?
I hear the bells!
Buh-Bobby, Buh-Bobby

Fucking up the mike be a hobby!
Crab motherfuckers try to step up to rob me
Bitch you must be stupid, slob the knob Z
B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L, Bobby Digital
Served well keep the phat clientele
I watch you crab niggas fail
Try to sail the boat but couldn’t stay afloat
I float on a note like a Staten Island ferry boat
Keep my rhyme chocolate coat
Bitch you know when you bite my shit it taste sweet
going down your throat
Point ’em out let me sort em out
The fattest links we sport ’em out
Nuts bubbling boosted from extra scouts from Dublin
I could fuck a dozen birds and watch a dozen hatch
I bake my cake from scratch
Keep the cream inside the middle
Make you dribble
That’s when I scribble on the paper
To write this script I had to cut down forty acres of trees
Process the wood to make the notebook sheets
Blinded from the steel spiral imported from Ohio
Delivered like the spin whirlwind kick Morio
Bitch you best to read my bio
First chapter the back breaker chiropractor technique
Word up dislocate your shoulder blade joint
We striking every pressure point
The high priest solid gold diamond fang teeth
With the high tech brief around your neck
I still breach your skin girlfriend
Let me enter your zone
Microphones get cast like stone
Niggas can’t never bone how I bone
Word you soft as a shell
You ain’t worth one skin cell
Big broiler crack your back and your head like an eggshell
And Bobby will scramble you
Bitch you want to make a bet all right we’ll gamble too
Quick to roll see low
Catch the loop like Niko
Duck watch out for Roscoe Pico train
See Sirus with the great dame
Tryin to infiltrate the game
Wu-Tang Clan, Wu-Tang Clan
Special brand name slang
From the book of the Ichang
The world changed once Bobby came
You better go and check your storage
Wait a minute Goldilocks who the fucks been eating my porridge?
Somebody been sitting in my chair
Someone been sleeping in my bed
It ain’t Goldilocks!
Slope down the ice with bobsleds
Bobby smoke ’til his eyes get red
Word up you best to turn your head and don’t look
Inside my rhyme book
You might get your whole soul took
I make the world shake, I make the world shake
Then the whole universe quake and then it shook
Bobby fishy fishy was caught inside my brook
Daddy caught him with a hook
Moma fried him in the pan
And Bobby ate it like a man
Wu-Tang Clan special brand
Get the logo
Bounce on your head with the pogo stick
Rock the wild horse with the Polo
Word up we speaking wild
Quick flash like a photo
Yea, yea Dorothy you better go find Toto cause we
ain’t in Kansas anymore
It’s the killa bee shores, all out war
Before you go here you best to go there
And see it clear
Through your third eye
With a curb, with the high post up most
Don’t play up close
Razor blade technique that strikes you
Overdose MC’s quickly, strictly, hip hoply
You could never stop me, rock me, mock me or pass me
Cause I’m fast like Kawasaki
And when you see me coming through
With the vroom vroom vroom
That means your bitch ass is doomed
So give me room
And stand back and hand that mike back to the man Jack
Unfair black
I slam that track on trains like Amtrak
Go to shaolin isle, that’s where my fams at
What you doing you can’t ripple the gripple son
You get dipped up like Lipton’s tea bags
Or you get spit on like the sea hag
And I smoke a fat tray bag of equality
Don’t bother me
You probably never really heard of B-O-B-B-Y
Supreme Clientele served well
Buh-Bobby fucking up microphones is a hobby
Buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby

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Do you hear the bells?
I hear the bells
Can you hear the bells?

Buh-Bobby, fucking up microphones is my hobby
You get tossed like cracks locked down inside the lobby
Sucker motherfucker stepped up and tried to rob me for my Cuban link
What did he think? What did he think?
What was he thinking? What the fuck was he drinking?
Bitch you be blast in the head like Abe Lincoln
Have you whole body shrinking
Did you believe the killa bees always swarming
Alarming, calming sound that makes MC’s feel how I feel
You best to chill bitch and eat a booger
Word up or get cut up by the juga
Razor blade sharp RZA
Word shame on a nza
Who try to run game on a nza
You get broken down like a puzzle with to many equal prisms
Positions, oppositions
Here’s the transmissions
Word up I raid the phat sample without the glitching
Why you bitchin’? Why you bitchin’?
Buggin out ’cause my style it keeps switchin’, it keeps switchin’
Oh shit I’m itchin’, I’m itchin’ for a scrap can’t catch that
Who could be the match?
Who wanna match palms?
I remain calm
Like the 18 bronze man
Come to the shaolin chamber of danger feel the anger
The mad stranger
Wu-Tang Clan keep a finger
Tucked inside the back pocket
Blast like a rocket
Word up knock your eyes out the socket
Here’s my new topic
I don’t give a fuck if you had a whole neck full of garlic
Around you my fangs will puncture your jugular veins
And you’ll be in deep, deep, deep, deep pain
Why oh why oh why do they try?
To B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L
Bobby Digital fucking up mikes a be my hobby
Point ’em out, puh-point ’em out

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[RZA:] Yo this just a little freestyle for ya’ll niggas
Word up, type shit
You could smoke a blunt to this
You could smoke a blunt to this
You could smoke a blunt to this
You could smoke a blunt to this
Word up the main main main main main main main main
main superhero
Word up superhero type shit, my niggas
Can you hear the bells?

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Gone (Feat. James Black, Justin Nozuka & Kobra Khan) – RZA

Lirik lagu: Gone (Feat. James Black, Justin Nozuka & Kobra Khan)

[Intro: Justin Nozuka]
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone…

[Chorus: Justin Nozuka]
Woke up this morning, hoped that
It was all a nightmare, you’re gone
Tried to get out of my bed
I couldn’t find no reason, you’re gone
It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again
It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again
And my heart aches, cause I’ll never see you again
You’re gone…

Man how I long, to see your physical form
When you left me, a part of my soul got torn
How could a body turn cold, that was once so warm
How could the spark of Allah, in your heart be gone
Who could replace the space, of Unique Ason
I know you’d rather I’d be strong, and not waste time to mourn
They say that life goes on
Especially when I see the face of your first born
When he’s rocking on stage with no shirt on
Or in the hotel lobby, getting those birds on
Through our seeds we could all reach eternity
Peace and blessings, have a safe journey
I had dreams of us laughing, drinking beer
Chasing girls, fill the world with our ideas
Then I wake up, and look up, and you’re not there
But in my third eye, I know that you’re still here
Because, through our seeds we all reach eternity
Peace and blessings, it’s just another journey


[Justin Nozuka]
Looked out the window and stared at the sun
I couldn’t see the light, I couldn’t see, oh lord, you’re gone
You’re gone

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[Kobra Khan]
Aiyo, I can’t stop the thoughts coming out of my mind
In a broken place is where you’re eventually find
This pain, on both sides, can’t deny
Memories of you and I takes us back in time
Where we used to be together, no matter, the stormy weathers
I would ramble with, nothing could ever break us apart
And sometimes would get under the pressure, cause people jealous
But your memory would be here forever, kept in my heart
This is more than you’ll ever know, me and you inseparable
Never do we let it show, it’s so hot I’ll let you go
Thought it would last forever, guess I was wrong
And time goes by so fast, and now you’re gone

[Chorus: Justin Nozuka]
It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again
It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again
And my heart aches, cause I’ll never see you again
You’re gone…

[Justin Nozuka]
My blood pumps with anger and sorrow and liquor
Tell me how, can I live without you now that you’re gone?
You’re gone

Against all odds and against all squads
And against all evil trying to come against God
We stand with the iron rod, you wield the ?sword?
I use softness to conquer the heart
I’m Divine Prince Master Rakeem Allah
Earth bound, but my mind’s in the stars
Things are reborn, life always change form
Man must reform to make the heart calm
Drunkenness, leads to non-awakeness
Causing him, to look upon his father’s nakedness
When the truth is heard, there’s no forsakin it
That which is forbidden, we don’t partake in it

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[Chorus: Justin Nozuka]
It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again
It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again
And my heart aches, cause I’ll never see you again
You’re gone…

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Free Like ODB – RZA

Lirik lagu: Free Like ODB

The body is a vehicle for the mind
You realize that your body, is basically vacumnin that space
Into somethin from within this body
This is why the air must come in, every breath
Look at – I say look at ODB, okay
A free man for real, knahmsayin?
His his expression of freedom, his what he wanted to do
It was VERY free, one out of a million people
Could deter him, from an idea, y’knahmean?
Cause he was free to express like that, y’knahmean?

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Wherever I Go (Feat. Allah Real, Daddy-O, Division) – RZA

Lirik lagu: Wherever I Go (Feat. Allah Real, Daddy-O, Division)

[Intro: ShaCronz]
Yeah, uh, it’s dark outside
We still in the hood with this one, ya’ll
Yeah, from the projects, slums, Fort Greene
Huh? Ain’t no sun outside, never sunny where I’m from
Always grimy, yo, yo, yo, yo

Everyday is a struggle, but you can catch my team hustlin’ to the late night
Takin’ risks, playin’ dice, screamin’ “We hate life!”
Gettin’ this money, but we want more
I see a lot of niggas beefin’, but they don’t want war
I heat targets, anything you sese, rob it, got beef like the meat market
I’m clappin’ captains, lieutenants, and police sergeants
I got two hoes named Denise and Margaret
They come through and finish drama after we start it
All my chicks major, I rep N.Y. like a Knick player
Get paper, split haters, I still spit and shit razors
Got eight pair of sick ‘gators, five watches
Switch flavors, 50 red and blue rocks around the wrist, player
My vision is deep the Division will creep
run up on you, start hittin’ your peeps
Nigga, we ain’t playin, our mission’s discreet
I’m clippin’ your peeps, have you missin’ for weeks
To let you know we ain’t playin’

Olive oil and fried tomatoes and basil
I stepped in flared nasal from Hazelnut Amaretto
My watch 80 G appraisal
Plus they drop 50 G’s for a RZA beat
Cherry wood, hid the receipts, presidential suites
Ice cold bottles of Cristy ’til my eyes misty
Complainin’ to my lawyer how this rookie tried to frisk me
Jealous of my jeep, I gave his badge to the chief
And got his ass directin’ traffic in the heat for a week

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Keep comin’ out your gums like loose teeth
You gonna take a 40 to the mouth and it ain’t no brewski
That monitor gonna show straight lines like looseleaf
Got Up North niggas straight out the box like Lucies
Wanna shoot me? know you get a kick out of that just like Bruce Lee
Ya’ll don’t wanna lose teeth
Comin’ all out of your face just like pimples
That thing comin’ out of my waist, gotta hit you
‘Cuz ya’ll niggas ain’t with it, better quit it
‘Til you catch one through that man dribblin’ on your fitted
That mean one through the front, through the back of the cap
Like the great Pun packin’ a Mac in the back of the Ac’
You could take one, not talkin’ bout a Ac’
I get cake from the fat crack bag with them packs, what?

[Allah Real]
Wherever I go, I always stand tall
Wherever I go, I always stand tall

[Outro: Daddy-O (RZA)]
Yo, peace, yo, Bobby! What up?
(What up, O? What up fam?)
What up cousin, how you (nothin’ just trynna sling this shit)
What’s goin’ on (You know I made that drop good off, right?)
Oh, word? (Guaranteed, we made all this shit, man)
That’s what’s up, yo, but check this out
I got something new here for you, right here (what?)
Supposed to give me some lesson (Lesson?)
Yeah, lesson (what you talkin’ bout, nigga?)
Straight (know, how to what, cook the shit up, nigga?)
Nah, nah, Knowledge, Wisdom, Understanding, Culture, Freedom..
It’s right here (son, what’s that all about, though, yo?)
Yo, God, it’s the new way of life, knowhatimsayin? It’s the truth
It’s the way it’s gonna set you free
I think you an intelligent brother, you should check this out
Youknowhatimsayin, Supreme Mathematics, youknowhatimsayin
Check this out, and let me know… (let’s see what you talkin’ about)
Youknowhatimsayin, I know you’ll respond good
This could take you to another level
(Now hold on, man, you an O.G., you trynna tell me you trynna read, man, nigga?)
Listen, brother, I’ve been readin’, man, without this man I wouldn’t be here right now
You know? (You know what, god? Youknowhatimean?
I’mma trust your word on this, I’mma pick this up, I’mma read this, aight
I’mma get back at you, if I can relate, we’ll relate
if not, you still gonna have those pounds for me though, right?!?)
Yeah, no doubt, but yo, right now, these the pounds right here, g
This is Math right here (yeah, it’s like that, for real, fam?)
For real (aight) aight, peace (Peace fam)
This nigga, talkin’ peace, man, this nigga’s the wildest’ nigga I know, yo!

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