Lyrics
Come on, come on, come on
Once upon a time, there was a hip-hop b-boy warrior
Whose body was possessed by two egos
One very hedonistic and narcissistic
But operated at a high level of fantastic scientific expressions
He mastered electronic and atomic gadgets
Sporadic lyrical acrobatics
Transposing himself into a multi rare persona
Known as Bobby Digital, digital, digital, digital, digital...
On the other end of the spectrum
Was the ego composed of righteousness, mindfulness
Super logical, Shaolin philosophical
He sought to acknowledge himself in a perfecting artist expression
Stressing lyrical content should be laced with lessons
They called him The RZA, RZA, RZA, RZA, RZA, RZA...
Come on, come on
Both egos have a Kindred enemy
The weak wack micro-bots watered-down hip-hop bots
Who wanted to control the airwaves
And make mental slaves of the hip-hop generations
After laying the foundation to awaken the hip-hop generations
Both egos went into creative hibernation
During the hibernation period
The microdots and bots have rose to the top, and they need to be stopped
So super-producer DJ Scratch sat in his laboratory
Building tracks to inspire their energy
To return them back to the hip-hop habitat (come on, come on)
But only one ego will be able to inhabit the biochemical body of the Abbot
Thus, the warriors now must face each other
In order to maintain in this domain
This is Bobby Digital versus The RZA, RZA, RZA, RZA, RZA, RZA...