N.Y.C. Everything

Lyrics

[Intro: Bobby Digital] Yo... yo... [Chorus 1: Bobby Digital] From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now-Why-See everythin' Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting [Verse 1: Bobby Digital] Rhyme star, I write a hundred-thousand dollar bar My 10-strike combo deletes your power bar Dr. Octopus tentacles 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 committin' Goin' against the Wu-Tang henchmen Perfect precision marksmen, spit darts and rip charts and Artery, shots aimed at your heart and Daffy Duck-ers, we still bring the motherfuckin' 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 Mr. Pitiful, your whole rap stack is despicable Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish Cherish every moment of this life before you perish Bitch! *ka-chich-ka-chich* Watch me switch Lookin' 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 apple-head opens up your clit wider, taste the apple cider You become strung, then become a bride of (Bobby-Bobby-Bobby! Digi-Digi-Digi!) Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie [Chorus 1: Bobby Digital] Heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now-Why-See everythin' Niggas 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 Greene Now-Why-See everythin' Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing Bobby Digital got the Killa Bee sting [Verse 2: Method Man] Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again Never mindin' 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 Three, I'm supposed to be perpetuous Decimate the poetry, get everything that's close to me The lecherous, Jona–thon King of the seven seas, battle with Leviathan The Methodist, polly 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 Strangé, rubbin' me the wrong way Burn one and sauté, bringin' you different ways of sword play They bustin' Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover I'm like Larry, when the Fishburne 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 [Chorus 2: Method Man] 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 Digi, if I did, I'd feel gyp' Like "my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip"