"B.O.B.B.Y."

Ultimate Breakbeats and shit right?
Niggaz still, makin money offa those shits
Loopin the same shits for a thousand years
And 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, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
Digital

Yo, you know us to be robust, the greatest crew since Cold Crush
This poisonous slang keep MC's avoidin us
Can't think about the proper remedies for destroyin us
Your best bet black is sit back and start enjoyin us
And run your commisary, attack your corinary, I'm a bury revolutionary
Honorary is sonic electronic brain like Johnny Nneumonic
Get boosted from the sorrow and went Wu-tonic
You be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle
To serve to your bird, with cheese and pumpernickle [Ch-cha Pssh]
Three state Charlie a classic like Marley Marl
Tie your ass down and 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, and 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, thing? a buck brings
Rain, hail, snow and earthquakes, search your mental birthdate
50 straight push-ups 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 barettas nines stuffed inside the Wu leather
Hot shots melt through your pleather
Never ending story not from the land of Nether
We fight for our rights to the death like Medgar Evers
Wu-Tang Clan Forever, all and 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
Ol' Earth kept a nigga spoilt
Though the reigns to my veins remain royal, burnin up
High speed dub, my CD spins like a hub-cap 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
And 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, CHHHHHHHHH)
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, the T, the A, the 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
B-O-B-B-Y
D-I-G-I-T-A-L
Digital, Digital, Psshh

"Unspoken Word"

[Chorus:]

Yo, yo it's the unspoken word
You not heard, get your brains open
Controlled emotions freewill
as the same token
Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two

[Bobby Digital]
Word's on the street Dunn Dunn Bobby's goin Digital
Hoverin the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet
Clouded by the Meth we move undetected
in secret society sects, NARC's radar
suspected us to be a cumulus cloud, ejectin lightning
Strikin like a wild knuckle fight, in New Brighton
A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest
The energy compacted deep within, my inner chest
One touch of my eagle claw clutch, rips your guts
Brass head kill you fast with a rapid, head bust
Ninjas spyin, the ammo flyin, the steel iron
Blow a nigga neck from his head, like dandelions
My team is a magazine of M-16's
But we calmly, defeat your army, by blowin steam
Noisy as a thousand barkin dogs, rap's sweat hogs
Welcome back to the catalogue, hip-hop cyborg
Bobby Digital, keyboard clogged bitch you analog
We blowin smoke creatin Scooby Doo fogs
Escape cell block eight's my tape on the rocks
Sean Connery, calmly bombin MC's, who stuck on my phenomenon
Word up, no hurry up, for the merrier
You worry Duck, you get touched by the razor cut
You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo
You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo

The Wu rag tied around your head, like a doo rag
Carry large black guns in small school bags
Funeral date, will be engraved on the wall, in roman numerals
The Looney Tune niggaz I be rollin with, be screwin you
Quick to make a nigga shit in his pants, with one glance
Laid back like a fat Huffy bike, on the kickstands
My Clan'll make the most hardrock chump turn to glass
and shatter, leave no traces of your matter
You kids playin hot feet, wait til you go to sleep I pull your teeth
I'm vegetarian BITCH, I don't need the beef
So how I spell relief? Ruler Z, Arm Leg Leg Arm Head
B.O.B.B.Y.
You don't qualify
You don't have supply
It's a natural high

[Chorus]

It's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
We see a snake in the garden, we get rid of you

(Bobby you be on that bullshit) ALL THE TIME
(With them big words and shit) I FREE Y'ALL NIGGAZ MINDS
(What the fuck you think you are some king or somethin
Motherfucker you ain't shit, high profilin)

Yo, yo, my enemies of the Killa Bee Clan's founds their peers
Buried for a thousand years, or drowned in tears
My unpredictable lyrics straight, and spine tingling
like slime from a baby's mouth, bitch niggaz you be lingerin
Bobby bobs panties from bitches with big asses
(Bobby you be buggin!) Girl my mind flashes
My seeds be royal, niggaz sweat muslim oil
My Earth gave birth to the fertile crescent soil
No time for fragile planet for small wombs
My dick bust a universe, my nuts weigh a moon, stay in tune
Champagne thoughts with Bud Light money, blunts dipped in honey
Digital, make the gloomiest day feel sunny
Slang slides slashes for him plan record upon the Lord
Confuse you like a forty-eight track mixboard
Milli phaser blast a hole in your back the size of moon craters
These anti-crucified on my Technic crossfader
Fuck the bloodshed, you be leakin your soul
Physical mental emotion we will control
Infinite darts I apply to your back, like horse brandin
I clear a thousand men with a jaw of an assbone, black Samson

[Chorus]

It's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
Slimy savages, against the Digital
Fuck you Analog, the shit is critical

[Chorus]

Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
You slimy savages, shit is gettin critical
Fuck you Analog niggaz we be Digital

Bobby Digital
Word up fuck that (Bobby Digital!)

"Airwaves"

We interrupt your program to bring you
[alot of static]

This is a Wu-Tang Killa Bee exclusive blast
[echoing]

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Wu-tang, Wu-Tang,
Wu-tang, Wu-Tang,
Wu-tang, Wu-Tang....

[Verse 1: Bobby Digital]

Bobby Steels fables till
MCs get your lips stapled
Project Killa Hill
Is stamped on the map like the compass
Taking sword play tongue-twist piercing holes in you
You can't escape seventy-thousand kilowatts
blast in your box walk wid alarm clocks
Cars drive explodes on the block
One stop parks, pops in trunk
Snears pop loud as glock shots
Pierced like a earring in your face
Cops stop, give a sitation
Report for radio station identification
*Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up*
Love IQ got you drunk, you depressed of Wu
Flying monks fatal darts from your airwaves strike you antenna
You feeled a bit shimmer
It makes your like you dimmer
You thought you turned your dial from this
You best to slit your wrists
Through the soul of your heart like dark Emelius
Unfamiliar, leave no trace like Simon Templer
Rhyme emperor, styles switch daily like temperature
In your atmosphere the rap racketeer
Six pack battery back keep em stacked
I live for hip-hop
And tall brown skin sugar plum who love the lollipos
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

"Love Jones"
(feat. Angel Cake)

C'mon Bobby, turn off that loud shit
Damn, I wanna hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you
You know, a nigga, knahmsayin
Goin through all that shit in the streets n shit
The hip-hop shit, only shit keep a nigga mind in
I hear you, but it's all about me and you right now
Word
Just take off your shirt
cause I wanna massage your back and your shoulders
My little Buttercup, yaknahmean?
You a Buttercup girl
Oh is that right?
Yeah
Well, I got Love Jones for you
Word, tell me about it

[Chorus: Angel Cake]

Love Jones, I got a Love Jones
I got a Love Jones.. for you
[x2]

[Bobby Digital]
Yo girl you shinin like a brand new spankin black glock
or a thousand hundred dollar bills inside a shoebox
Exotic bird, special blend of selected fine herbs
make me wanna kick my bitch to the curb
Shaped like a naked statue, but look sacred
Candy to a baby y'know, I'm ready to take it
She spread your wings like a peacock
Girl you be the bomb, and Bobby be shellshocked!
Behold as I shape and mold your formless globe
into a perfect O, and breathe the breath of life into your nose
With the fragrance of a fresh pink rose
and stroll into your eyes, the windows to your soul
And choose the best part, the dark pupil I chose
Your heart was mutual, into the center I dove
Backstroke in your abyss like a fish
Countin every thought and dream and wish, that exists within six
She was filled with pleasures, of all measures
But never took the time to discover, her own sunken treasure
Unlock the jewelry box, knowledge rose to the top
The distilled back in the fine mists, that gave birth to the crops
and seas, that brought us together, for the better
We could never seperate so maintain your stormy weather
So maintain the stormy weather
Word up, and let's walk these dogs together Boo

[Chorus]

[Bobby Digital]
Yo, Power Equality, Allah C's Everything my Queen
Whattup Love, won't you just slide under my wings
so we can take flight, to the edge of the night
And like doves, we makin love above the bright moonlight
You know I fills you, so let my love pass and spill through
your sexual vessels, that bless you then fills you
up with knowledge and wisdom you understandin
that bring forth the power refines your whole planet
She couldn't maintain this heavy slang that I dropped upon her
She claimed it never rains, down in Southern California
Bein a black man is most prominant and all dominant
I couldn't wait to get her home so I could explore her dark continent
And put my fountain, between her hills and mountains
Impingin every square inch of her circumfrence I was countin
Twelve trillion, four hundred and seventy-eight billion
one hundred and eighteen million, four hundred thousand ways
to make children, by buildin
Detected a fine mist but couldn't resist, I told her,
"You wanna travel inside my head and see if you could rise above six?"
Then tilt her at the axis then bent her at her equator
and stuck the diamond might deep inside the crater

[Chorus]

"N.Y.C. Everything"
(<b>performed by</b> RZA as Bobby Digital & Method Man)

[Bobby Digital:]
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now Why See everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside of bing
Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting

Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar
My ten strike combo deletes your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacle, sing a simple song
Bob Digital instrumental, nothing's identical you biter
Non-writer, Mr. Potato Head, Ore-Ida deep-fried crinkle cut
One single cut fucks your whole LP up
You must be stupid you liar, I'm the purifier, live wire
Hip Hop reviver, a suicide mission you're committing
Go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman, spit darts and rip charts and
Archery, shots aimed at your heart and
Daffy duck us, we still bring the motherfucking ruckus
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer with Buzz Lightyear
Went from here to infinity but I'm right here
Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel
Mister Pitiful, your whole rap stack is despicable
Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish
Cherish every moment of this love before you perish
Bitch - ka-chich ka-chich - watch me switch
Looking for a bird I can hitch
Enter your atmosphere, dig your pussy out like a pap smear
Make you smile, at the same time crack a tear, smack your rear
Vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider
Up inside ya, dick applehead opens up your clit wider
Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a bride of
(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi)
Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie

From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now Why See everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside of bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting

From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now Why See everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside of bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting

[Method Man:]
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again
Never minding men, dropping gem, can he shine again
Most definite, let this be my last will and testament
For the pessimist, exercise for the Exorcist
Johnny Treacherous, like Three
I'm supposed to be perpetuous
Decimate the poetry get everything that's close to me
The lecherous, Jonathan
King of the seven seas, battle with Leviathan, 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 Dr. Bombay
Your bitch look like Strange, rubbing me the wrong way
Burn one and saute, bringing you different ways of sword play
They busting bullets over Broadway, deep cover
I'm like Larry when the fish burn, I burn rubber
Cause I'm not an easy lover
Ten to midnight, butt naked with a knife
Ask my A-alikes, I've been crazy all my life
Hard time homicide, time fly, do or die
Crooked S and crooked I, scripture from the darkside
Johnny 5, I reside, in the killa bee hive
Only the strong gon' survive

From the depths of the Killa to the top of Now Born
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John
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 of Now Born
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip

"Rumble"
(performed by U-God, Inspectah Deck, Letha Face, Method Man)

[U-God:]
Countdown

Are you ready? Are you mad inside?
Got you strapped down to your seats
Out of the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip

God speed, approach follow my lead
Fire winds gust, empire crush

Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit the rush
Untouchable chunk of earwax and soul
Sound waves slay out the bat cave smoke
My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
Down slope, elegant as Fantasia
Killer whale tale inhale, black male from Asia
All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards
No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
In the shaft, shotty cocked, hip hop to the limit
Nightwatch, pad mark
Sparks spin a quake nuclear blast, heavy on the cash
Gimmie what it takes NOW!!

Rage, rock roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumbleee!
Rage, rock roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumbleee!

[Letha Face:]
The diabolic witty, dialect's darker than Gotham City
With the possibility to stop your walkin ability
God forgive me, spark enemies with pistol grips
The missile tip's impact hit you so hard, you shit through your dick
Official scripts strikes when physical hits
You physical bitch, watch for the imperial blitz, serious shit
Submit, subject to the wreck war tone, and thought poems
Liver than WWF Warzone

Walk upon them Gotti tracks, bodies collapse
Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like when pottery cracks
Logical facts from the terror dome
Spill from the guts, trail to you ?puss? from where you bust
In God you now entrust
Dog you like hound and mutts, Pound Pups get sound struck
Clown what? You'll get drowned in the cut
While crowd round up

[U-God:]
Rage, rock roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumbleee!
Rage, rock roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumbleee!

[Inspectah Deck:]
A-yo, yo
I spit bars, traveling tremendous speed measuring far
Been busting satellites circling Mars
Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force
Of a hundred wild niggas piled in a Trojan Horse
Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic
Professional neck shit, left foes beheaded
This music, is mind control like computer chips
Been doing this for numerous years, refuse to lose it
With turbo tactics, maneuver like a trained soldier
Hall of Fame flame thrower, take game, it's game over
Ayatollah, high roller nine totter

Mind controller, 2009 time folder
My coalition, bring the demolition
Wu-blade decision, slate the competition, wit no intermission
Spitting hazardous darts, up front like Rosa Parks
Makin million men march

[U-God:]
Rage, rock roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumbleee!
Rage, rock roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumbleee!

[Method Man:]
Yo, who got next? Meth got next
I chin check, all these MC's line em up god, I go Jihad
Declare holy war, it be hard to dip and dodge
Police squads trying to bogard, we rip and rob
The boulevard ain't safe for your kids, that's how it is
In the ghetto, we ain't scared to death, but scared to live

So Goldy, mosey to the spot, get that moldy
Rusty-ass .38 Special, niggas owe me
Slowly I turn, face the one and only
Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely

Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a bitch I keeps a bitch
36 Chambers, enter at your own risk

Take that watch off and tuck your necklace
City never sleeps, streets is restless
Rap style'll slave you, when you least expect it
Pull the plug on your respirator, leave you breathless

Wu-Tang forever and a day, better warn your boys
I deploy battleship rap, seek and destroy

[U-God:]
Rage, rock roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumbleee!
Rage, rock roll, fight
Brawl, fall, rumbleee!

"Dangerous Mindz"
(performed by Gravediggaz)

[Poetic:]
I got stress on my brain, it causes chest pains
Inside the best frames
Ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots, and drug spots
Well if you're too poor to move out or get a new house
It's like living in a war walking through shootouts
And you doubt God exists
When hard fists be pounding on your head like jackhammers
You're trapped in the black drama
You hear the laughter seconds after that you fade out
You're played out, you're laid out, your heart nearly gave out
You're lucky that you made out
With just a few scars when the bleeding ends
The streets let ya breathe again
But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end
Of Universal Law, I'm calling on the meek and the poor
To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war
With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders
A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this
My sword hits the human orb until it orbits
In the 'Art of War', kids see Grym Reap be morbid
Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids
To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration
And twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
I'm ancient as 'amen', see I stay Grym
Throwing fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken
Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in, to cell such in Sing-Sing
I bring Grym tidings, tidal your wave are not exciting
Stop riding the dick, start writing your own shit
Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can't rap wind blast
I make 'em Slim Fast, looking like stick figures
I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes
Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's
Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
Grym will mentally chop your career
See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks and tiers
Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name
You better duck fate or catch a fucking face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money
Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey

[RZA:]
Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals
Feet resembles Christ's description from the Bible
Water-walker, immune to all physical torture
Pull out fast in a Porsche, upon a double-crosser
My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix
And blast iron cell into a low blood anemic
The imperial material's venereal
MCs get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the material
Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen widescreen Magnavox
Grabs thought like Doctor Octopus
Cause war like the grandson of Kush
I'm hanging devils' heads on a evergreen bush
Sugar-frosted sorceresses bitches get exhausted
Pussy lips be dripping, like leaky faucets
Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers
While I'm guzzling Pipers, changing my son's shitty-ass diapers
Dime piece trapped in sync like MIDI time piece
You get stampeded by the wildebeest
A rap DATs, bust tracks back like Chow Yun Fat
Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat
Common denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader
You was fooled by the orientation made from a traitor
MCs get their wigs blown, trounced off both fist bone
Choked from my death, every time they break a wishbone
Eventually, I knew the whole world would mention me
Potentially, I have the Chi to make G's
MCs breeze on my tracks, I rock the fruit with the trees
Killa Beez spread rapid like diseases
See it's like the second coming of Jesus of Nazareth
Be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like Lazarus
Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful
Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope
Niggas realize they just can't cope
The hair busting out the head resembles fire and smoke, Loc

[Frukwan:]
I blast watts in circuits like General Monk-Monk was Turkish
My science is divided deep into your central nervous
Pervert area codes peep this murder
I'm boxed-in, sucking hologram tits, inhaling oxygen
Parallel world of crab niggas and seashells mix
I pierce my dick and sword right through you pelvics
I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of palm
Physical existence is descendants of Allah
I travel at high rates, weaker men are primates
That either migrate or get burnt to the stake
I feed off lyrical light beams of amphetamine
My terminology is panatomic like lobotomy
Crazy el loco, gas niggas like Sunoco
Flush 'em like Presto, blast in your chest bone
I raise from the shore like Sodom and Gomorrah
With traction, flashing a 4-wheel drive Ford Explorer
While mucus lies within the center of the Rubik's
The roots of the wine induced the enzymes inside your nucleus
Turmoil boiling appointed
Niggas rubbing off my style like an ointment
Lost in the Sahara from trial and error
Confused with 3 Mules for Sister Sara
Rahh! Bearer, digesting minerals in abundance
Because the dead is not known to return from the dungeons

"To The Rescue"
(performed by U-God & Leatha Face)

[U-God:]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Vendetta inside, swiftly start stabbin'
One second to meltdown, feel the twin cannons
Burn, handgun herns, standin' firm
Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left
Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man
With the Grand Canyon rap, U dynamic wingspan
The Power from the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic
Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battlestar Galactic'
Skull tactic, sporadic, Asiatic, long awaited
Son of Sam, mention the mic mutated
You hated us, 'cause we immortal on wax
Rip the China White shit, flip a dynamite ax
Shillac 'em perhaps, the heart pump an anti-toxin
Feed me the Power, meteor shower when I'm boxin'

Professional vets, now comin' through vexed
I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-stress
And Leathaface pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

[Lethaface:]
I know how to part your medula, oblong gotta
Test the rocket launcher, they'll get conquered
By my block sponsors, monster Tonka truck ya
The whole train conductor
A hole in your spine, rip your stomach mothafucka
Brotha suffer, my Dutch puff as sinister as the Feds
Infrared, signin' on the Glock, splittin' ya head
Drippin' wet from death threat messages I inject
Intellect reflects worldwide over Internets
Heart colder than Winter Fresh, chest smokin' like incense
Vets broken into the flesh, soakin' in ya own mess
Chrome bleds, some of the known best soldier vets
Over cassette, you get smashed like crashed desert air shows
Holdin' ya breath, gaggin' for a bit of oxygen
Submission put a stop to men, reveal the foul document
Lockin' position, envision, adapt critical condition
Pitiful you didn't listen, now we're spiritual blessin'
Viewer discretion advised, sabotage satellites
Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I'm Big Mac and fries
Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives
Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside
In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow
Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive poem battles
Dome smack, you live, projectiles effectin' you
Incredible new wave heart, blade sharp verses sexin' you
Claim professional, but I never met you
Son I never forget you
I slaughter foes when my particles wet you
To the Rescue

[U-God:]
Professional vets, now comin' through vexed
I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress
The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

Slash hope, raw burnin', freezin' thoughts are cold
Ballistic missile lift off, now one behold
My throat harden for Harlem, harness the volume
With grief fallin' on me in a breeze, the seas partin'
It's two men awesome, uncanny
The handy man crook, the rap gank where every damn nook and cranny
Plus four more opponents couldn't throw me, couldn't slam me
I told you before, this is war, it's radical claw
Menate the law, practice my ambition
Understand determination, plus my burnin' condition
Rebuild 'em, sing a song strong for disaster
Scorch 'em on a letter, clever, bled 'em much faster
Exotic lens, bionic Timb's, hardco' organic
The floor panic when revolvin', Shaolin dodgin'
Potion of my juice, it's "Houston we have a problem"
Its Basic Instinct, motor mouth, hold is sacred
The Rushmore Rock Face, one four shot with the greatness
Raw shoulders, sword colder, no remorse
The crash course, the portions of my Porsche
Divorce it, the Holocaust exhaust, driven with force
Mighty ship back on course, I almost lost it
Toss the smokin' corpse, seldom sing
Shells amongst men, rebellion, teens formin' and swarmin'
Vikin style, strikin' without warnin' a nation
Standin' ovation, rap devastation
New animation, the scandal
Handle the best part, damsel in distress, I'll bless you
God damn you! To the rescue

Professional vets, now comin' through vexed
I'm testin' you vets, what you claimin' that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress
The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

"Greyhound Part 2 (GZA Remix)"
(The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion feat. Killah Priest)

Yo, be for real
I was buried on a battlefield

I was buried on a battlefield
Located near Israel
The rest of my platoon
Was trapped upon a hill
I heard mega
...yo, be for real

I was buried on a battlefield
I heard megabombs, firearms, and more alarms
And hand grenades, mad rage in evil ways
My destination was to seek life
I mean the stars were so low they appeared as street lights
I was shown the crucifixion by two Egyptians
There was war in heaven, I saw Christ with a Mac-11
So I joined his army, prepare for armaggedeon... armaggedeon

They told me this, slowly
Taking me, into, the mental
Orgasms, 'jacualting, stimulating, relating
To life, incubating, rotating around light beams
From a light beam I was formed in the white dream
And then redeemed, like powder, out of, my maker
Into, nature, returned, to vapor
Killah, Priest, was born, in a pillar, of yeast
Lost in the miscarriage
The automatic, for marriage

"Catechism"
(DJ Spooky feat. Killah Priest)

[Killah Priest:]
Yeah
Killah Priest
Iron Shiek comin back
Ready to attack
Freestyle
You know my energy get real hype in me
Yo

Move out my fuckin way boy you gonna get sliced
I seek revenge upon the earth like Christ
A mind is not called a rapture
It's more like a rap tour
Where niggas get cornered with a cracked jaw
I divide niggas like religion
End at abandonin' shit, tellin' mad lies to your vision
Burnin' me is invain and imaginary
You must be insane and fuckin' with mad theories
All niggas gash you, thoughts could match this
Got burnt, and return to mothafuckin' ashes
Your show is weak and your dead body corpses
My rap slew the youth like death and divorces
Now take em through the chamber, watch 'em feel the danger
Of a guillotine, this is how I kill a team
Don't scream bitch, have you ever seen an iller dream?
A nightmare, causin' you a slight fear
Come the omens 'til you fallin' through your right ear
Your eyes bubble, but there lies trouble ahead
Niggas are dead, you better cry double
Comin' it's that ill ass rapper with that sick ass
Laughter (ha, ha, ha, ha)
You cannot escape the chapter
Once you try, then you feel the hooks
After you die, that's when I conceal the books

Conceal the books, conceal the books
Overlook, conceal the books
It's you and I, conceal the books
And I'm out
KP the all mighty, the icon
Yea, it's that revived, revived, hip-hop
Gritty, this is real hip-hop
Untouchable, one love

"Left & Right"
(feat. Method Man & Redman)

[Redman:]
Yo, yo, yo (Yeah, yeah)
Yo, yo

My flow's remarkable
Doc walk like Caine from Kung Fu 'round the globe
Throw obstacles, I'll hurdle them
Herb and wack MCs
Drum racks to the rims, to the caps
Yo Methical, and D, I'm ASAP (Come on now)
I'm crack of dawn chicken huntin' at KFC (Woo)
In '83 I was that scrub TLC talked about
Now I rock the house, chalk 'em out

[Method Man:]
Yeah, no doubt
Who got the biggest ass in the house? (Yeah)
Young miss, fillet-of-fish, saltwater trout
Pretty young thing, got a tongue ring and dirty mouth
And she whisperin' them sweet nothings, I air it out (Air it out)
Baby, you got me like Joanie had Chachi
Until she got high and went and fucked Potsie (Yeah)
Lady Godiva, from day one a dick rider
Liar, liar, set your pussy on fire

[D'Angelo:]
I see you dancin' right now
I don't need to tell you that you know how
Baby, you do, oh
I say you belong
And if you dream to be free
I can take you there, just follow me
Baby, I won't, huh
I won't steer you wrong

And it seems like to me
You want someone to fit your pedigree
Baby, I do, huh
So what you want?
Smack your ass, pull your hair
And I even kiss you way down there
You know that I will, huh
Think I won't? Huh

[D'Angelo (Method Man):]
Specially when you do it
Left and right, keep it movin'
Up and down, love it when you do it, babe
Left and right, keep it movin'
Up and down, so what you doin'?
Left and right, love it when you do it
Up and down, love it when you do it
Left and right, keep doin' it, babe, yeah
Left and right and up and down
(Yo, D, how we do it?)
Left and right and up and down
(Ayo, D, how we do it?)
Left and right and up and down
(Ayo, how we do it?)
Left and right and up and down
(Yeah, Houston, how we do it?)
Left, left, left, left

Here you are in my world (It's just my world)
Make you feel like a pearl
I'll rub your back, huh, and fulfill your needs
So why don't we just get undressed?
Feel the tender touch of your caress
That's what I want
Why don't you give it to me? (Yeah, give it to me)

[D'Angelo:]
I will have you believe
There's no reason for you to leave
Stay right here (Stay right here) in my arms (In my arms, oh)
Where you're safe and secure (Yeah)
Here with me you can be sure
There's no threat (Yeah), say you turn me on

[D'Angelo (Method Man):]
Specially when you do it
Left and right, oh, yeah
Up and down, you keep it movin'
Left and right, yeah, she movin'
Up and down, oh, yeah
Left and right, love it when you do it
Up and down, don't stop doin' it, babe
Left and right, just keep doin' it, baby
(Talk to 'em)
Left and right and up and down
(Haha, yo, ayo, D, how we do it?)
Left and right and up and down
Oh, yeah
(Ayo, D, how we do it? Yeah)
Left and right and up and down
(C'mon, yo, D, how we do it?)
Left and right and up and down
(Yeah, funked out, how we do it?)
Left and right and up and down
Oh
(Ayo, stylin', yo, this is how we do it)

[D'Angelo {Redman}:]
I know that you know the sexy little things you do (Oh, oh) {yeah} (ooh)
The sexy little things you do
I know that you know (Yeah) the sexy little things you do (Oh)

[Redman (Method Man) {D'Angelo}:]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, Doc be off the wall
With Keith and Mally G
Pushin' a Harley D with a jar of green
Come one-five-one, straight indo, the spot
I fuck brown sugar behind the fiber glass window
It's Doc, pack guns, don't sling weight
The only thing I sling is condoms for spring break
(Fuck 'em) How we do it?
(Leave 'em) How we do it? {Oh, baby}
(Get the money) The pussy
(The weed) Now do it

[Method Man {D'Angelo}:]
Now take your coat off and stay a while {Oh, oh, oh}
Now, honey child, if you're gon' be actin' funny style
Then I don't need ya
It's Saturday, this night fever (Come on)
Shit is poppin', Cheeba, my mouth cotton
'Tis the season for draws droppin' (Yeah)
And heavy breathin' (Uh-huh)
You ain't skeezin', you dick teasin'?
I'm leavin', actin' rotten (Word)
I got no time for games, I'm no joke {Oh, oh}
Drop that ass when I'm finished (Yeah) and watch it smoke (Yeah)

[Method Man:]
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

"Eyes A Bleed (RZA Remix)"

[Bounty Killer:]
Yeah yeah! YEA YEA YEAH!
Lawd a mercy
Well I and I a old herbalistic, and
This one is very enthusiastic because the world say dem want it, and
I-ses and praises to whosoever plant it, I gotta chant it
Well!

Smoke the weed so til me eye dem a bleed
And if I can't get the chronic, well the Killer a leave
Alaska and di skunk, I smoke dem deh by di trees
Hand me the weed because New York a freeze
Police smell mi weed and ah swarm me like bees
Dem nah get the stick, the dropped leaf or the seed
Well fi the weed, I have a personal greed
Alaska and the skunk, go get me dem please

I ask, who gonna be my sponsor?
Seh back this argument, say dem must legalize ganja
Believe a now me ask and never get any answer
Dem come wit cigarettes weh only give you lungs cancer, I heard
It give ya mouth bad odor
Some bwoy dem send fi needle and some snort the powder
Jamaica was brand as the land of ganja
A guy a look coke, send him go live a Colombia

Smoke the weed so til me eye dem a bleed
And if I can't get the chronic, well the Killer a leave
Alaska and di skunk, I smoke dem deh by di trees
Hand me the weed because New York a freeze
Police smell mi weed and ah swarm me like bees
Dem nah get the stick, the dropped leaf or the seed
Well fi the weed, I have a personal greed
Alaska and the skunk, go get me dem please

[Masta Killa:]
Wu-Tang sound control America
One operator, one selector
Wu-Tang sound control America
One operator, one selector

Those unaware would not knowledge the square
I linger in the air like smoke, but I'm there
Hard to di-tect yourself
When you can't see clear through the rapid feed, them collie weed?
Original ganja plant, dem bear seed, the aroma
Got me callin my connect, I need a donor
To lace me with pounds from Arizona, the elusive
Bounty and the Masta exclusive
Many entertainer want the chance to bust
But it's only with the Gods I trust, do I puff
Burnin bush from in front ho
Lampin on the Bay of Montego
To a far wind, bringin wallabee Clarks to the starvin
There's no escapin the soundclash
Gun fire shot, I make it hot at Sunsplash

[Bounty Killer:]
Smoke the weed so til me eye dem a bleed
And if I can't get the chronic, well the Killer a leave
Alaska and di skunk, I smoke dem deh by di trees
Hand me the weed because New York a freeze
Police smell mi weed and ah swarm me like bees
Dem nah get the stick, the dropped leaf or the seed
Well fi the weed, I have a personal greed
Alaska and the skunk, go get me dem please

I ask, who gonna be my sponsor?
Seh back this argument, say dem must legalize ganja
Believe a now me ask and never get any answer
Dem come wit cigarettes weh only give you lungs cancer, I heard
It give ya mouth bad odor
Some bwoy dem send fi needle and some snort the powder
Jamaica was brand as the land of ganja
A guy a look coke, send him go live a Colombia

Smoke the weed so til me eye dem a bleed
And if I can't get the chronic, well the Killer a leave
Alaska and di skunk, I smoke dem deh by di trees
Hand me the weed because New York a freeze
Police smell mi weed and ah swarm me like bees
Dem nah get the stick, the dropped leaf or the seed
Well fi the weed, I have a personal greed
Alaska and the skunk, go get me dem please

"Hard To Kill"
(performed by Spice 1 & Method Man)

[Method Man:]
Yeah, play time's over motherfuckers
Spice 1's defiantly in motherfuckin' effect
You know what I'm saying? Bringing it to all you bitch ass niggas
So raise up and recognize, and understand that this brother is hard to kill

[Spice 1:]
I'm running this niggas off their block
Taking their shit kicking it to the bitches
People can't lift off your spot
I'm leaving your shit all up in stitches
Nigga, bullets fly through the door
I'll shoot you and that ho
Got a cap for each nigga fucking with my cash flow
Pid cap, be love cap pid
Because in the neighborhood cause still kill at will
Gotta keep on my pistol on tight
Slanging sugar delite
That china white got these niggas killing each other tonight
Sometimes a turf is like a war zone
Or even Vietnam, not at the movies but you still see the died come
And a nigga catch a slug, caps' be pulled for fun foo
You got to watch your shit before we pull a ak on your own blood
Se niggas will stick you for your cash
That's when they enter the t-shirt contest to super soak their ass
So Method Man show these niggas the deal
Let these motherfuckers know that your hard to kill

[Method Man:]
Who dat nigga? You with me with the super fly Methtical nigga
Who want to die? For real nigga
Wow, even try to test sides
Challenger your the bird with my .45 caliber
Can it be that this is the S.P.I.C.E. 1 and the Method motherfucka
With the guns blazing? You trail, my god, its amazing
Where your punk at?
Nightmares like Wes Craven

The bigger the critter, the harder to pull the trigga
I'll send your ass back to the dark side nigga
You're a snake, I've seen you sliver, so I deliver with death
We'll throw your punk ass in the river
On the battle ship I'm the captain
Beat that ass bloody as a sanitary napkin

S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah
S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah
S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah

[Spice 1:]
Blah! These motherfuckers nutz if you want to murder me
Harder to kill than your average motherfuckin' G
Rollz with the uzi and that shit that will make your body drop
Close up your shop, tic toc and it don't stop
Nigga, down for my strap niggas on their back
No rat-tat-tat silencer on the mac
Died come again, coming straight out of my jaws
Got these niggas screaming pause
Pistol whip and breaking out their jaw
Yeah, so you don't want to fuck with me
Many niggas out there willing to go nuts with me
And light up your block and leave them smokin like some fucked up bammer
Can't be caught by no Po-Po's, can't be put in no slammer
I don't be fucking with no snitches
Ain't no body going to tell, leave your dick in the dirt
And yo momma as well
New York to Cali niggas are hard to kill
Shit is too real, your a ignorant mutha fucka
If your not riding with your steal

S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah
S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah
S.P.I.C.E. coming from the bay area, bay area, puffing carea
S.P.I.C.E. coming from the bay area, bay area, puffing carea
1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7
1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7

Capping your ass for the 94, what you know? Grab your Glock
Blah! Me burst out first 'Mon
187 thousand G

"Only 4 My Niggas"
(performed by Black Knights, P.Dot, Sandman)

Life is a struggle, with so many hustles
That we can juggle, we all wanna bubble
So just to get richer, we sit and sip liquor
And plot to get figures, only with my niggas

Life is a struggle, with so many hustles
That we can juggle, we all wanna bubble
So just to get richer, we sit and sip liquor
And plot to get figures, only with my niggas

[Crisis:]
Late night, LAPD lurkin'
Like a great white in bloody waters
But we doggin cuz my click stay tight
Pull up at the liquor sto'
Cuz we gotta get some mo'
40's and blunts, smoke 'til I'm high, drink 'til I'm drunk
Bout to scoop

[Monk:]
Cuz he like my right hand
Grab a can for Sandman
He earlin'
By a parked van, spoke up on the dark plan
Devious plot
How to get a knot-Nothin major-
Just runnin up in a local spots
I grab the blunts and the box of Newport's for Doc
It's vice night
Every block infested with cops
I jumped back in
What's crackin'?
You said he had heavy traffic for 3 months
You know he got dough stackin'
Stop playin'

[Sandman:]
Nigga I'm not playin'
They got heavy traffic, closed shop at 11:30
Heard where the money be from a little birdie
Don't hesitate to spit, I've got 17 slugs
Let's make it in and out, and get the money and drugs
If you scared then go to church
But it's simple than that?
He leave his bitch up in the house
With a petit little strap
And she timid with it, wouldn't tell that she knew who did it
We on the quest to survive
My niggas be the fittest
Let make it happen, rap, scrap or keep it cappin'
Next night
Sound check will keeps the goods lappin'
Safe spot, lace Doc
And Monk he know what's happenin'
It's just a little nappy nigga always been
Trigger-happy

[Crisis (Monk):]
(It's on, what's poppin?)
Hey, that nigga Sandman told you how it's goin down?
(4 Sho) He did? (Yeah)
Fuck it, let's go nigga

Life is a struggle, with so many hustles
That we can juggle, we all wanna bubble
So just to get richer, we sit and sip liquor
And plot to get figures, only with my niggas

[Doc Doom (Sandman):]
So S-man, what up? We gon' do this or what?
I know he sittin on somethin', we been watchin' for months
(Plus his man just rolled up, he's about to Re-Up)
Let's hit em both at the same time
(Damn it's like you read my mind)
11:29
Time to move out, ring the doorbells
Soon as he open the door, we whip the two's out
Everybody hit the floor
Scooped up the drugs
Pistol-whipped his hoe
He said the money's up under the rug
In the master bed room
(Check it out Monk)
But if you lyin'
Tonight all of y'all gonna be sleepin' in a tomb
Monk what the hell we got?

[Monk:]
Bingo, we hit the jackpot
60 G's, 80 pounds, 2 brick, crack rocks
2 Glocks, fresh out the box
It's time to smash out
Kill a bitch, empty the clips, and then shake the spot
The homies in the car
Let' go, it's time to get on
Back to the spot, divide it up
So we can stack on
Sew the block up, bubble up, cuz times is hard
Slippin in the streets, your ass'll pay to serve charge
Cuz it cost to be the boss
Tough talk will get you traced in chalk
Spot Rusherz rush the spot
What the fuck you thought?

Life is a struggle, with so many hustles
That we can juggle, we all wanna bubble
So just to get richer, we sit and sip liquor
And plot to get figures, only with my niggas

Life is a struggle, with so many hustles
That we can juggle, we all wanna bubble
So just to get richer, we sit and sip liquor
And plot to get figures, only with my niggas

We all wanna bubble
Only with my niggas
We all wanna bubble
Only with my niggas