Lyrics:

Ultimate Breakbeats and shit right? Niggaz still makin money offa those shits Loopin the same shits for a thousand years and shit right? The B the O the B the B the Y The D the I the G the I the T the A the L The B the O the B the B the Y The D the I the G the I the T the A the L Digital Yo you know us to be robust the greatest crew since Cold Crush This poisonous slang keep MC's avoidin us Can't think about the proper remedies for destroyin us Your best bet black is sit back and start enjoyin us And run your commisary, attack your corinary, I'ma bury revolutionary Honorary is sonic electronic brain like Johnny Nneumonic Get boosted from the sorrow and went Wu-tonic You be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle to serve to your bird, with cheese and pumpernickle *Ch-cha Pssh* Three state Charlie a classic like Marley Marl Tie your ass down and run you over with a trolley car My nigga Kucky keep em Bucky like Dent Intent, read the fine print -- it says Do not enter, or cross the lines You be tossed behind, and forced to submit to the rhyme B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L Digital, Digital Four-four in the holster strapped tight by the velcro Steel padded vest on the chest armed right from the elbow Pointed rings resemble Killa Bee stings It's the mental of slingin swords, thing ? a buck brings Rain, hail, snow and earthquakes, search your mental birthdate 50 state prisons keep the body in perfect shape Just got hit on the hip by this bird talkin bout she got a blister on her lip That comes from not garglin after suckin I'm togglin the bu