Unspoken Word Lyrics
| Song | Unspoken Word |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diggs | |
| Yo, yo it's the unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open | |
| Controlled emotions freewill as the same token | |
| Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal | |
| We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two | |
| Word's on the street | |
| Dunn Dunn | |
| Bobby's goin' | |
| DigitalHoverin' the city inside the | |
| Wonder Woman's invisible jet | |
| Clouded by the | |
| Meth we move undetected in | |
| Secret Society | |
| SectsNARC's radar suspected us to be a cumulus cloud | |
| Ejectin' lightning, strikin' like a wild knuckle fight, in | |
| New Brighton | |
| A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest | |
| The energy compacted deep within, my inner chest | |
| One touch of my eagle claw clutch, rips your guts | |
| Brass head kill you fast with a rapid, head bust | |
| Ninjas spyin', the ammo flyin', the steel iron | |
| Blow a nigga neck from his head, like dandelions | |
| My team is a magazine of | |
| M-16'sBut we calmly, defeat your army, by blowin' steam | |
| Noisy as a thousand barkin' dogs, rap's sweat hogs | |
| Welcome back to the catalogue, hip-hop cyborg | |
| Bobby Digital, keyboard clogged bitch you analog | |
| We blowin' smoke creatin' | |
| Scooby Doo fogs | |
| Escape cell block eight's my tape on the rocks | |
| Sean Connery, calmly bombin' | |
| MC'sWho stuck on my phenomenon | |
| Word up, no hurry up, for the merrier | |
| You worry | |
| Duck, you get touched by the razor cut | |
| You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo | |
| You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo | |
| The Wu rag tied around your head, like a doo rag | |
| Carry large black guns in small school bags | |
| Funeral date, will be engraved on the wall, in | |
| Roman numerals | |
| The Looney | |
| Tune niggaz | |
| I be rollin' with, be screwin' you | |
| Quick to make a nigga shit in his pants, with one glance | |
| Laid back like a fat | |
| Huffy bike, on the kickstands | |
| My Clan'll make the most hardrock chump turn to glass | |
| And shatter, leave no traces of your matter | |
| You kids playin' hot feet, wait 'til you go to sleep | |
| I pull your teeth | |
| I'm vegetarian bitch, | |
| I don't need the beef | |
| So how I spell relief? | |
| Ruler Z, arm leg, leg arm head | |
| B.O.B.B.Y. | |
| You don't qualify | |
| You don't have supply | |
| It's a natural high | |
| The unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open | |
| Controlled emotions freewill as the same token | |
| Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal | |
| We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two | |
| It's Bobby | |
| Digital, word you can't ridicule | |
| We see a snake in the garden, we get rid of you | |
| Bobby you be on that bullshit, all the time | |
| With them big words and shit, | |
| I free y'all niggaz minds | |
| What the fuck you think you are some king or somethin' | |
| Motherfucker you ain't shit, high profilin' | |
| Yo, yo, my enemies of the | |
| Killa Bee | |
| Clan's founds their peers | |
| Buried for a thousand years, or drowned in tears | |
| My unpredictable lyrics straight, and spine tingling | |
| Like slime from a baby's mouth, bitch niggaz you be lingerin' | |
| Bobby bobs panties from bitches with big asses | |
| Bobby you be buggin', girl my mind flashes | |
| My seeds be royal, niggaz sweat | |
| Muslim oil | |
| My Earth gave birth to the fertile crescent soil | |
| No time for fragile planet for small wombs | |
| My dick bust a universe, my nuts weigh a moon, stay in tune | |
| Champagne thoughts with | |
| Bud Light money, blunts dipped in honey | |
| Digital, make the gloomiest day feel sunny | |
| Slang slides slashes for him plan record upon the | |
| LordConfuse you like a forty-eight track mixboard | |
| Milli phaser blast a hole in your back the size of moon craters | |
| These anti-crucified on my | |
| Technic crossfader | |
| Fuck the bloodshed, you be leakin' your soul | |
| Physical mental emotion we will control | |
| Infinite darts | |
| I apply to your back, like horse brandin' | |
| I clear a thousand men with a jaw of an assbone, black | |
| SamsonThe unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open | |
| Controlled emotions freewill as the same token | |
| Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal | |
| We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two | |
| It's Bobby | |
| Digital, word you can't ridicule | |
| See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you | |
| Slimy savages, against the | |
| DigitalFuck you | |
| Analog, the shit is critical | |
| The unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open | |
| Controlled emotions freewill as the same token | |
| Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal | |
| We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two | |
| Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule | |
| See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you | |
| You slimy savages, shit is gettin' critical | |
| Fuck you Analog niggaz we be | |
| DigitalBobby | |
| Digital, word up fuck that, | |
| Bobby Digital |
| zuo ci : Diggs | |
| Yo, yo it' s the unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open | |
| Controlled emotions freewill as the same token | |
| Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal | |
| We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two | |
| Word' s on the street | |
| Dunn Dunn | |
| Bobby' s goin' | |
| DigitalHoverin' the city inside the | |
| Wonder Woman' s invisible jet | |
| Clouded by the | |
| Meth we move undetected in | |
| Secret Society | |
| SectsNARC' s radar suspected us to be a cumulus cloud | |
| Ejectin' lightning, strikin' like a wild knuckle fight, in | |
| New Brighton | |
| A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest | |
| The energy compacted deep within, my inner chest | |
| One touch of my eagle claw clutch, rips your guts | |
| Brass head kill you fast with a rapid, head bust | |
| Ninjas spyin', the ammo flyin', the steel iron | |
| Blow a nigga neck from his head, like dandelions | |
| My team is a magazine of | |
| M16' sBut we calmly, defeat your army, by blowin' steam | |
| Noisy as a thousand barkin' dogs, rap' s sweat hogs | |
| Welcome back to the catalogue, hiphop cyborg | |
| Bobby Digital, keyboard clogged bitch you analog | |
| We blowin' smoke creatin' | |
| Scooby Doo fogs | |
| Escape cell block eight' s my tape on the rocks | |
| Sean Connery, calmly bombin' | |
| MC' sWho stuck on my phenomenon | |
| Word up, no hurry up, for the merrier | |
| You worry | |
| Duck, you get touched by the razor cut | |
| You feel the flurry huh, don' t worry yo | |
| You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo | |
| The Wu rag tied around your head, like a doo rag | |
| Carry large black guns in small school bags | |
| Funeral date, will be engraved on the wall, in | |
| Roman numerals | |
| The Looney | |
| Tune niggaz | |
| I be rollin' with, be screwin' you | |
| Quick to make a nigga shit in his pants, with one glance | |
| Laid back like a fat | |
| Huffy bike, on the kickstands | |
| My Clan' ll make the most hardrock chump turn to glass | |
| And shatter, leave no traces of your matter | |
| You kids playin' hot feet, wait ' til you go to sleep | |
| I pull your teeth | |
| I' m vegetarian bitch, | |
| I don' t need the beef | |
| So how I spell relief? | |
| Ruler Z, arm leg, leg arm head | |
| B. O. B. B. Y. | |
| You don' t qualify | |
| You don' t have supply | |
| It' s a natural high | |
| The unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open | |
| Controlled emotions freewill as the same token | |
| Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal | |
| We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two | |
| It' s Bobby | |
| Digital, word you can' t ridicule | |
| We see a snake in the garden, we get rid of you | |
| Bobby you be on that bullshit, all the time | |
| With them big words and shit, | |
| I free y' all niggaz minds | |
| What the fuck you think you are some king or somethin' | |
| Motherfucker you ain' t shit, high profilin' | |
| Yo, yo, my enemies of the | |
| Killa Bee | |
| Clan' s founds their peers | |
| Buried for a thousand years, or drowned in tears | |
| My unpredictable lyrics straight, and spine tingling | |
| Like slime from a baby' s mouth, bitch niggaz you be lingerin' | |
| Bobby bobs panties from bitches with big asses | |
| Bobby you be buggin', girl my mind flashes | |
| My seeds be royal, niggaz sweat | |
| Muslim oil | |
| My Earth gave birth to the fertile crescent soil | |
| No time for fragile planet for small wombs | |
| My dick bust a universe, my nuts weigh a moon, stay in tune | |
| Champagne thoughts with | |
| Bud Light money, blunts dipped in honey | |
| Digital, make the gloomiest day feel sunny | |
| Slang slides slashes for him plan record upon the | |
| LordConfuse you like a fortyeight track mixboard | |
| Milli phaser blast a hole in your back the size of moon craters | |
| These anticrucified on my | |
| Technic crossfader | |
| Fuck the bloodshed, you be leakin' your soul | |
| Physical mental emotion we will control | |
| Infinite darts | |
| I apply to your back, like horse brandin' | |
| I clear a thousand men with a jaw of an assbone, black | |
| SamsonThe unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open | |
| Controlled emotions freewill as the same token | |
| Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal | |
| We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two | |
| It' s Bobby | |
| Digital, word you can' t ridicule | |
| See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you | |
| Slimy savages, against the | |
| DigitalFuck you | |
| Analog, the shit is critical | |
| The unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open | |
| Controlled emotions freewill as the same token | |
| Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal | |
| We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two | |
| Bobby Digital, word you can' t ridicule | |
| See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you | |
| You slimy savages, shit is gettin' critical | |
| Fuck you Analog niggaz we be | |
| DigitalBobby | |
| Digital, word up fuck that, | |
| Bobby Digital |
| zuò cí : Diggs | |
| Yo, yo it' s the unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open | |
| Controlled emotions freewill as the same token | |
| Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal | |
| We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two | |
| Word' s on the street | |
| Dunn Dunn | |
| Bobby' s goin' | |
| DigitalHoverin' the city inside the | |
| Wonder Woman' s invisible jet | |
| Clouded by the | |
| Meth we move undetected in | |
| Secret Society | |
| SectsNARC' s radar suspected us to be a cumulus cloud | |
| Ejectin' lightning, strikin' like a wild knuckle fight, in | |
| New Brighton | |
| A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest | |
| The energy compacted deep within, my inner chest | |
| One touch of my eagle claw clutch, rips your guts | |
| Brass head kill you fast with a rapid, head bust | |
| Ninjas spyin', the ammo flyin', the steel iron | |
| Blow a nigga neck from his head, like dandelions | |
| My team is a magazine of | |
| M16' sBut we calmly, defeat your army, by blowin' steam | |
| Noisy as a thousand barkin' dogs, rap' s sweat hogs | |
| Welcome back to the catalogue, hiphop cyborg | |
| Bobby Digital, keyboard clogged bitch you analog | |
| We blowin' smoke creatin' | |
| Scooby Doo fogs | |
| Escape cell block eight' s my tape on the rocks | |
| Sean Connery, calmly bombin' | |
| MC' sWho stuck on my phenomenon | |
| Word up, no hurry up, for the merrier | |
| You worry | |
| Duck, you get touched by the razor cut | |
| You feel the flurry huh, don' t worry yo | |
| You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo | |
| The Wu rag tied around your head, like a doo rag | |
| Carry large black guns in small school bags | |
| Funeral date, will be engraved on the wall, in | |
| Roman numerals | |
| The Looney | |
| Tune niggaz | |
| I be rollin' with, be screwin' you | |
| Quick to make a nigga shit in his pants, with one glance | |
| Laid back like a fat | |
| Huffy bike, on the kickstands | |
| My Clan' ll make the most hardrock chump turn to glass | |
| And shatter, leave no traces of your matter | |
| You kids playin' hot feet, wait ' til you go to sleep | |
| I pull your teeth | |
| I' m vegetarian bitch, | |
| I don' t need the beef | |
| So how I spell relief? | |
| Ruler Z, arm leg, leg arm head | |
| B. O. B. B. Y. | |
| You don' t qualify | |
| You don' t have supply | |
| It' s a natural high | |
| The unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open | |
| Controlled emotions freewill as the same token | |
| Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal | |
| We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two | |
| It' s Bobby | |
| Digital, word you can' t ridicule | |
| We see a snake in the garden, we get rid of you | |
| Bobby you be on that bullshit, all the time | |
| With them big words and shit, | |
| I free y' all niggaz minds | |
| What the fuck you think you are some king or somethin' | |
| Motherfucker you ain' t shit, high profilin' | |
| Yo, yo, my enemies of the | |
| Killa Bee | |
| Clan' s founds their peers | |
| Buried for a thousand years, or drowned in tears | |
| My unpredictable lyrics straight, and spine tingling | |
| Like slime from a baby' s mouth, bitch niggaz you be lingerin' | |
| Bobby bobs panties from bitches with big asses | |
| Bobby you be buggin', girl my mind flashes | |
| My seeds be royal, niggaz sweat | |
| Muslim oil | |
| My Earth gave birth to the fertile crescent soil | |
| No time for fragile planet for small wombs | |
| My dick bust a universe, my nuts weigh a moon, stay in tune | |
| Champagne thoughts with | |
| Bud Light money, blunts dipped in honey | |
| Digital, make the gloomiest day feel sunny | |
| Slang slides slashes for him plan record upon the | |
| LordConfuse you like a fortyeight track mixboard | |
| Milli phaser blast a hole in your back the size of moon craters | |
| These anticrucified on my | |
| Technic crossfader | |
| Fuck the bloodshed, you be leakin' your soul | |
| Physical mental emotion we will control | |
| Infinite darts | |
| I apply to your back, like horse brandin' | |
| I clear a thousand men with a jaw of an assbone, black | |
| SamsonThe unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open | |
| Controlled emotions freewill as the same token | |
| Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal | |
| We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two | |
| It' s Bobby | |
| Digital, word you can' t ridicule | |
| See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you | |
| Slimy savages, against the | |
| DigitalFuck you | |
| Analog, the shit is critical | |
| The unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open | |
| Controlled emotions freewill as the same token | |
| Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal | |
| We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two | |
| Bobby Digital, word you can' t ridicule | |
| See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you | |
| You slimy savages, shit is gettin' critical | |
| Fuck you Analog niggaz we be | |
| DigitalBobby | |
| Digital, word up fuck that, | |
| Bobby Digital |
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