N.Y.C. Everything Lyrics

featuring Method Man

[RZA/Bobby Digital]

Yo yo yo

From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene

Now Y C/Now I see Everything

Niggas who sling Shaolin cats throw 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 same as different song

Bob Digital instrumental, nothing's indentitcal

You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head or Ida

Deep-fried crinkle cut, one nickel cup 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 then

Daffy Duckest will still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+

Project Killa Hill be the buckest

Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Buzz Lightyear

Wet from here to infinity for them white hair

Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel

Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is dispicable

Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish

Cherish every moment of his 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 Greene

Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything RZA - N.Y.C. Everything - http://motolyrics.com/rza/nyc-everything-lyrics.html

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 Green

Now-Y-C Everything, niggas 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 definate, let this be my last willing testament

For the pesimist, exercise for the Exorcist

Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be

Perpetuous, desimate the poetry cuz everything is close to me

The lectorous, Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit Leviathon

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 adopt the Bombey

Your bitch look like Stronjay, look at me the wrong way

Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to 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 alien likes, I've been crazy all my life

Hardtime homicide, time flys, 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, we're 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, we're 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