Artist: RZA f/ Method Man
Album:  RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo
Song:   N.Y.C. Everything
Typed by: Nature2QBC@aol.com

[RZA]
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Green
Now Y C Everything, niggaz who sling
Shaolin cats thrown inside a bing
Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting
Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar
My pinstripe comma deletes your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles, sing a simple song
Bob Digital instrumental, nothing's indentitcal
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head OrIda
Deep-fried crinkle cut, one single cut fucked your whole LP up
You must be stupid you liar
I'm the purifier, live wire, hip-hop reviver
A suicide mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman, spit darts an', flip charts an'
Archery, shots aimed at your heart an'
Daffy Duckas will still bring the mothafucking ruckus
Project Killa Hill be the buck-us
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Buzz Lightyear
Rip from here to infinity but I'm right here
Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole rap stack is dispicable
Under-nourished, your shit cannot flourish
Cherish every moment of this love before you perish
Bitch, chicka chicka chich, watch me switch
Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into your atmosphere
Take your pussy out like a pap smear
Make you smile, at the same time crack a tear
Smack ya 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 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 Green
Now Y C everything, niggaz who sling
Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Green
Now Y C Everything, niggaz who sling
Shaolin cats is thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting

[Method Man]
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, exercise for the exorcist
Johnny Treacherous, like 3, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, decimate the poetry cuz everything is close to me
The lecturous, Jonathon, king of the 7 seas, battle wit leviaton
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 Stronjay, rubbin me the wrong way
Burn one and saute, bringin you different ways of sword play
They bustin bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover
I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
Cuz I'm not an easy lover
To the midnight, butt naked wit a knife
Ask my ayalites, I've been crazy all my life
Hardtime, homicide, time flies, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, 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, and now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel jipped
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 the poet John John
Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd feel jipped
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip