Rza - Do You Hear The Bells? lyrics

[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?