RZA Song Lyrics

Album:
"RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo"

1) Intro
2) B.O.B.B.Y.
3) Unspoken Word
4) Slow Grind African
5) Airwaves
6) Love Jones
7) N.Y.C. Everything
8) Mantis
9) Slow Grind French
10) Holocaust (Silkworm)
11) Terrorist
12) Bobby Did It (Spanish Fly)
13) Handwriting on the Wall
14) Kiss of a Black Widow
15) Slow Grind Italian
16) My Lovin' is Digi
17) Domestic Violence
18) Project Talk
19) Lab Drunk
20) Fuck What You Think
21) Daily Routine

Album:
"More Songs"

1) Fatal

Album:
"Digi Snacks"

1) Digi Snacks Intro
2) Long Time Coming
3) You Can't Stop Me Now
4) Straight Off The Block
5) Booby Trap
6) Try Ya Ya Ya
7) Good Night Kiss
8) No Regrets
9) Money Don't Own Me
10) Creep
11) Drama
12) Up Again
13) Put Your Guns Down
14) Love Is Digi / Part II
15) O Day
16) Don't Be Afraid
17) The Wolf

Album:
"Birth Of A Prince"

1) Bob N'I
2) The Grunge
3) We Pop
4) Grits
5) Fast Cars
6) Chi Kung
7) You'll Never Know
8) Drink, Smoke & Fuck
9) The Whistle
10) Drop Off
11) Wherever I Go
12) Koto Chotan
13) A Day To God Is 1000 Years
14) Cherry Range
15) The Birth (Broken Hearts)
16) See The Joy

RZA
RZA AS BOBBY DIGITAL IN STEREO

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

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