RZA: 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 [RZA] 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 Chorus: 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 [RZA] 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 D-I-G-T-A-L Supreme Clientele served well Buh-Bobby fucking up microphones is a hobby Buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby Chorus: Do you hear the bells? I hear the bells Can you hear the bells? [RZA] 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 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?