Ultimate Breakbeats N’ shit right?
Niggaz still makin’ money off o’ those shits
Loopin’ the same shits for a thousand years N’ 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, G, the I, the T, A, L
Digital

Yo
You know us to be robust, the greatest crew since Cold Crush
This poisonous slang keep emcees avoidin’ us
Can’t think about the proper remedies for destroyin’ us
Your best bet black is sit back N’ start enjoyin’ us
N’ run your commissary, attack your coronary
I’ma very revolutionary
Honorary is sonic-electronic-brain like Johnny Nneumonic
Get boosted from the sorrow N’ went Wu-tonic
You be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle
To serve to your bird with cheese N’ pumpernickle
Three state Charlie a classic like Marley Marl
Tie your ass down N’ 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 N’ 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, thinkin’ (?) brings
Rain, hail, snow N’ 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 buttons on my cell-phone
Call my nigga Tone, the well known
Bubblegoose shredders made him thick as Carl Weathers
Solid chrome barretta’s nines stuffed inside the Wu leather
Hot shots melt through your pleather
Never endin’ story not from the land of Nether
We fight for our rights to the death like Mega Evers
Wu-Tang Clan Forever, all in together now

B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L
B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I
Digital, Digital…

Yo
Up from the rugged grains of Shaolin soil
Old Earth kept a nigga spoilt
Though the reigns to my veins remain royal
Burnin’ up high speed dub, my CD spins like a hubcap on a Ac’
Tre-pound snub rap we might joust
Fresh spring water from the ounce
Stalked like a tomahawk, Indian bitch, you get scalped
Like a ticket sold in Cleveland, you feel me in
N’ now I stream up your bone marrow
Wu-Tang song last long as Christmas carols
Niggaz throw darts, I’m shootin’ flamin’ arrows
Pierce through your physical faculties with pin-point accuracy
You don’t wanna battle me..

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, Digital, Chhhhhh…)
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, T, A, L
B-O-B-B-Y The 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-the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
Digital, Digital…
Pshhh…

Black rob, BR
Black rob, BR

I am about to set the record straight (the world’s famous)
Its 99 man time to let them know man

Verse One:
Yo aiyo yo yo
Its kill or be killed
My skillz leavin them chilled on ice
Like twice when I flash my steel
They can’t touch
Won’t touch
Never touch
Driving around with the toastly whip, never bust
Puffin dust like fiends
I mean I want green ya shifty
Cop the big eight fifty with the gleam
My team
Full of cut throats with enough notes to write a fuckin book
Take a good fucking look at these bad guys
Stay madd fly, madd high
In the ford expidie and I don’t expect to die
On some humble shit
I am on some rumble shit
When it’s on you should see the shit I come through with
If you scared by dog release the four by fours
I heard the fagot ass Don died and he shit in his draws
On the streets black good like allstate ya all fake
Just got paid but fuck it I want some more cake
Ya faith, in my hand
Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service
My brother Curtis squezze gats to celliums
I make it where you can’t escape the parra bedlums
I tell some, live ya life like Puff did
I did enough biz ask any body I am rough kid

Chorus:
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob

Verse Two: G-Dep
Yo, yo
I put a finger in the air
For the hearing impaired
If you’re hearin this fear
Than your hearing it cleared
Man I fuck with bod, got put on the job
Don’t question it to stars, I’ma put’em in saw
Straight gate
I suggest you vacate
When I shake, they feel earthquakes in eight states
Oh trait, off the Richter, drunk
Off the liquor
Shot towards you mister
Off course it hit you hard
It gets hard, I pick the card
Any card any problem I’ma hit your squad
Eyes on the shapar when I twisted god
You think you got it all together
Get it ripped apart
Man you can’t stand the heat
Stay up outta the street
Nigga turn po-lice cause they shot up his jeep
I subtract like mad
Don’t make me blad
So I want it all, fuck had
Don’t make me laugh
By all means
Get this money its all green
It’s all good
And I wished that ya’ll would
Man fuck that, security told ya to tuck that
Now up that, now that you see where lux at
I got the game by the balls
And I get all calls
So if u play to much I put the shit on pause

Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob

BR
BR
Bad Boy Nigga
Harlem Underworld
Alumni
The one guy
The gun die
Day one
Life Stories
Black 99
Life Stories
I’m here 1999 baby it’s on
I think I’m about to feel something here
We here baby
Bad Boy
Bad Boy

Don’t you ever invite your boyfriend here

I like to be here alone

You just answer the door and feed the deer

And fight the telephone

Got to learn these words and I know you will

Or I’ll send you right back to Guayaquil

Say b’wana she no home, say b’wana she no home

Say b’wana she no home, say b’wana she no home



Got to peel your eyes for the heat my dear

You got to froth and foam

Got to send away the mad puppeteer

Who seems to think this is home

I want you to speak the English right

I want you to smile and be polite

Say b’wana she no home, say b’wana she no home

Say b’wana she no home, say b’wana she no home



I don’t care if you drive my 350 honey

Don’t let’em steal my chrome

I don’t care if you spend all my money honey

Long as you leave me alone

I just want you to try and remember one thing

If somebody knocks or the telephone rings

Say b’wana she no home, say b’wana she no home

Say b’wana she no home, say b’wana she no home

[Mos Def]
Yo yo, yo, whassup, yo yo
Yo yo, we gonna, we gonna slow it down
so we can speed it up y’all
Right now I want everybody come to the front
That’s right, move forward
I want all the poppers and the breakers, to form this circle
I want all the poppers and the breakers
The writers and the exciters, to get in this circle
and make it real live yo
Cause I’m seein too many stars up in here tonight yo
I’m seein the Rock Steady Crew
I’m seein Ken Swift, I’m seein Mr. Wiggles
I’m seein Modesho, I’m seein Crazy Legs
Man I’m seein the Zulu Nation up in here
I’m seein the Rawkus family, Shabaam Shadeeq, Company Flow
Menelik, I’m seein G-ology, Shawn J. Period
Man this the Black Star movement
Mos Def, Talib Kweli we gon’ keep it live
for the b boys and b girls universally
Rock Steady Japan, Rock Steady Europe
Rock Steady New York, yo we just gonna keep it live
all over the world — get live

[Talib Kweli]
Party people, in the place to be
My name is Talib Kweli
Yo, I got my man on the side of me
Mos Def-initely, and we, are

(Fresh) Black Star
(Fresh) G Young
(Fresh) Hi-Tek
(Fresh) Native Tongue
(Fresh) Shawn J.
(Fresh) Eighty-eight
(Fresh) Ninety-eight
we bout to motivate, come on y’all

[M]
[T]
Here’s a little story that must be told
About two young brothers who was put on hold
They tried to stop the goal
We on a spiritual plane
Tried to kill the pride
And destroy the name
We just two bad brothers
Who will never quit
I’m Mos Def
Kweli (WE THE ULTIMATE)
Make sure that you tell
Everybody you know
To get on line
Take a ride
To the Black Star show!
Black Star
Shinin
Shinin, we in the house
Shinin
Shinin, we in the house y’all
Black Star
Shinin
Shinin, we in the house
Shinin
Shinin, we in the house y’all
Black Star
Shinin
Shinin, we in the house
Shinin
Shinin, we in the house y’all
Black Star
Shinin
Shinin, we in the house
Shinin
Shinin, we in the house y’all

[trina:] i want my ass smaked
[luda:] legs wide
[trina:] front back
[luda:] side to side
[trina:] pussy wet
[luda:] slip n slide
[luda:] yep everythin gon be alright

[trina:] ass smaked
legs wide
[trina:] front back
[luda:] side to side
[trina:] pussy wet
[luda:] slip n slide
[luda:] yep everythin gon be alright

[TRINA]
wait bitch, imma blow my kisses,
get pist and throw my dishes,
yall niggas know jus who this is,
woo woo, and the head so vicious.

with me, this shit gon cost,
you short? then thas yo lost,
you know this ass is soft,
make a nigga goto breakin off.

tell me that you love me baby,
get hot and fuck me crazy,
get a towel and wipe me off,
you want a bitch wit no type of flaws.

my gurls be shoppin hard,
these hoes be buyin cars,
in the club buyin bars,
nipples hard its a sign of braws.

from the niggas who gettin chese,
throw back in the crispy g’s,
more wet? crist dont freeze,
laugh at the tab, cause this on me.

me and luda in the cut supreme,
doin things jus to touch the creme,
so many names wana fuck the queen,
i live a life like its jus a dream.

[CHORUS]

[LUDA]
get it right beother, jump,
gimme the beat then imma make it bump,
tell em wutcha wana hear, damn, lets get cam,
trouble witcha man, imma pop my trunk.

you aint seen no chicks like mine,
you aint seen no flicks like mine,
bet i make you cum next to the subwoofers and my 6×9’s.

tell me that you like it raw,
tell me that my dick is plump,
i might make you famous, and buy you watches by marice mc. craw

tell me if its new or old,
tell me if its hot or cold,
let me know if its black & bold,
say ludacris 6 million sold.

see i aint got no time for games,
and i aint got no times for lames,
how you lovin my souther slang,
ooo eee walla walla bing bang.

so anytime you need me call,
whether summer, spring, or fall,
it doesnt matter come one come all,
either get dropped or drop them draws.

[CHORUS]

[TRINA]
diamond, princess,
just mind, your buisness,
these rumors, are senseless,
your whispers, are endless.

we livin ghetto fab,
we spendin hella cash,
this girl is hella bad,
your choice is trailer trash.

too much, taste for whores,
you saw me grace, the stores,
your saw me work, the vibe
bitches, i works for mine.

one time, for these divas,
two times, for these visas,
third time i come im breezin,
the ice…just keeps on freezin.

hold up imma keep it goin,
back to back imma keep on goin,
platinum plaques, keepin it up,
wet sex, keepin it good.

look girl, you dont know my angle,
a hundred thou with a platinum bengal,
my niggas’ll slow your roll,
pussy power, we in control.

[CHROUS]

yea, thas right….im back again…round two mother fuckers. thas rite im
talkin greece. im a arrogant lil mother fucker huh? thas rite im rich, im
that bitch, thas rite. im about show yall how to pimp this shit. im fuckin
niggas in the face, the game is mine 2003, fuck that. fuck all yall haters,
fuck all yall bitches, get a life. you got too much time on your hands. i
want yall bitches to get a job, up your game. pimp your game up baby, its
all about me this time, fuck that. fuck a dime, im a silva dolla, holla.
catch me when i come off tour, fuck yall. im out.

[Trina:] ass smaked
[Luda:]legs wide
[Trina:] front back
[Luda:] side to side
[Trina:] pussy wet
[Luda:] slip n slide
[Luda:] yep everythin gon be alright

[Trina]
wait bitch, imma blow my kisses,
get pissed and throw my dishes,
yall niggas know jus who this is,
woo woo, and the head so vicious.

with me, this shit gon cost,
you short? then thas yo lost,
you know this ass is soft,
make a nigga goto breakin off.

tell me that you love me baby,
get hot and fuck me crazy,
get a towel and wipe me off,
you want a bitch wit no type of flaws.

my gurls be shoppin hard,
these hoes be buyin cars,
in the club buyin bars,
nipples hard its a sign of braws.

from the niggas who gettin chese,
throw back in the crispy g’s,
more wet? crist dont freeze,
laugh at the tab, cause this on me.

me and luda in the cut supreme,
doin things jus to touch the creme,
so many names wana fuck the queen,
i live a life like its jus a dream.

[Chorus X2]

[Luda]
get it right beother, jump,
gimme the beat then imma make it bump,
tell em wutcha wana hear, damn, lets get cam,
trouble witcha man, imma pop my trunk.

you aint seen no chicks like mine,
you aint seen no flicks like mine,
bet i make you cum next to the subwoofers and my 6×9’s.

tell me that you like it raw,
tell me that my dick is plump,
i might make you famous, and buy you watches by marice mc. craw

tell me if its new or old,
tell me if its hot or cold,
let me know if its black & bold,
say ludacris 6 million sold.

see i aint got no time for games,
and i aint got no times for lames,
how you lovin my souther slang,
ooo eee walla walla bing bang.

so anytime you need me call,
whether summer, spring, or fall,
it doesnt matter come one come all,
either get dropped or drop them draws.

[Chorus X 2]

[Trina]
diamond, princess,
just mind, your buisness,
these rumors, are senseless,
your whispers, are endless.

we livin ghetto fab,
we spendin hella cash,
this girl is hella bad,
your choice is trailer trash.

too much, taste for whores,
you saw me grace, the source,
your saw me work, the vibe
bitches, i works for mine.

one time, for these divas,
two times, for these visas,
third time i come im breezin,
the ice…just keeps on freezin.

hold up imma keep it goin,
back to back imma keep on goin,
platinum plaques, keepin it up,
wet sex, keepin it good.

look girl, you dont know my angle,
a hundred thou with a platinum bengal,
my niggas’ll slow your roll,
pu$ss power, we in control.

[Chrous X 2]

yea, thas right….im back again…round two mother fuckers.
thas rite im talkin greece.lyricstop
im a arrogant lil mother fucker huh?
thas rite im rich, im that bitch, thas rite.
im about show yall how to pimp this sh!t.
im fuckin niggas in the face, the game is mine 2003, fuck that.
fuck all yall haters, fuck all yall bitches, get a life.
you got too much time on your hands.
i want yall bitches to get a job, up your game.
pimp your game up baby, its all about me this time, fuck that.
fuck a dime, im a silva dolla, holla.
catch me when i come off tour, fuck yall.
im out

B or not a B?
That is the question.
Whether ’tis the second letter of the alphabet, or some other merry letter.
(He raises the letter B and gazes upon it)
B or not a B?
This letter doth have a stiff, straight back.
And the word “back” begineth with B!
B or not a B?
This letter doth have two bumps in the front.
And I reckon the word “bump” begineth with B!
Zoons, the word “begineth” begineth with B!
If “begineth” be a word.
Now, by my sword, I declare, B or not a B, ’tis B!
Good night, sweet B.
(He kisses the lucky letter B!)

(Hint: Sing the song as if it was “3 Blind Mice”)

B is for bubble, B is for bubble
Bubble, bubble, bubble
Bubble, bubble, bubble
B is for bubble & bubblegum
And B is for brother who bought you some
And B is better than any letter for bubblegum


*To sing it again in a special way, have one person to start singing the 1st line (B is for bubble, B is for bubble). Next, have a different singer start from the beginning while the first singer continues. Then, so on with another singer after the previous singer resang the 1st line. When the last singer starts to sing the last line, everyone could sing it together to “bring it home”/finish the song with style, like it originally did.


POW! (giggle)

B is for bubble
Bubble, bubble, bubble
B is for bubble
Bubble, bubble, bubble
B is for bubble and bubblegum
And B is for brother who brought you some
And B is better than any letter for bubblegum

Repeat as a round

(Nas talking)
I heard that nigga Capone’s home yo…word to Motha..that nigga Nore’
doin’ his mothafuckin’ thing…thugged out
entertainment…knowwhatI’msayin’?, niggas still in the streets…Ill
Will, Braveheart nigga, there’s a thin line between streets and
business..so we gotta have balance and be easy…

Verse 1: (Nas)
I heard you fags wanna catch me off guard
put Tecks to my heart, the death of Escobar
under your breath, whispers in the dark
I hear it ’cause the street ain’t loyal to choose sides
prepare for the beef, whoever lose dies
rich and I’m thuggin’
I can’t trust nothin’, this bitch that I’m fuckin’
this clip that I’m bustin’ could jam in my fist
look at my hand, finger pussy with expensive rings
cut coke cookies, wrote poetry
and broke noses B.
the voice from Heaven
I’m God sent, of course a legend
this is part 1, speak my sermon, the hood reverand
blunted eyes red
C-Class, a Hundred times Five Red
CD’s blast, speed fast, haters drop dead
I’m gorgeous
black Goddess flip the arm rest, flip the cordless
her body stacks the best, ass is flawless
finally the long awaited shit, ghetto people
the sequel
Nas, CNN, nobody’s equal.

Chorus
Yo, Be easy
keep the club off the heezy
straight thugs in the back, drink creezy
be easy, but we still smoke treezy
see us rippin’ the shows with thugged eezy.

Verse 2: (Capone)
Niggas picked me the boss
Ricky Ross
Lex Two-Fifty Horse power, click and devour the source
if it’s flour then swallow your loss
I cock Fours, kick in Poppi’s doors
all for the cash and the cause
niggas break big fractions of laws
so what, we got it sewn up, smack every cat on the board
I speak the truth, guns spit at you, shakin’ my palm
it’s pitiful, wavin’ my wand
The Don, a Hundred follow me like Farrakhan
chasin’ my Henny, embrace Benny’s
it’s quite Frank, my niggas ‘ll kill, never waste a Penny
money stay well invested
feel the weight on my necklace
when death is too close flip the next shit
thug the game out
bust biscuits, pull the Range out
public enemy, QueensBridge where I hang out
sweet scent of weed I wear like a fragrance
my energy’s kinetic, mind power type ancient.

Chorus

Verse 3: (Noreaga)
I see death through the corner, die, kingdom come
Six 500’s, pull up right in front of the slum
Sticky green fingers soldiers of the great God
Clarence spoke to the poor but he lived in Oz
An ill hook like Roy Jones, I’m a street corner bastard
and crush weed with the hashish
Bandana head dome wrapped
Caddy trucks with the grills and the chrome snaps
I’m on point like Al Sharpton, come peep the M.U. marksman
The S-Class is shittin’ on your weak Datsun
Graffiti written on the Bible, my life is wicked
I see dead corpses, and Rolls Royces
Put your heart on your lap, listen you hear voices
My whole persona is the drama and to smoke skama
I can lift it up, Willy what in front of your slut
Money bustin out my pocket, your bank is stopped

Chorus