Handwriting on the Wall

Lyrics

[Intro: Ras Kass] We on some Phantom of the Opera shit It's Gothic shit As I produce the waterproof mask Never asked a question (I am behind the red mask) (About to a drive-by on emcees, so listen...) Aiyyo! [Verse 1: Ras Kass] Yo, my mic check is RoboTech Run over the track 'til my lyrical Giga Pet slow flow Cardiac arrest like FloJo, rock ice Ro-Ro Pack fo-fo, fo' sho tho More and more "CREAM" And niggas still "Love You, Rakeem" The Game of Death, we kickin' niggas in the chest like Kareem My wingspan is wider than Rodan My sweet and sour niggas wit' nose candy sniff blow by the gram I grammatically slam; before I eat a groupie bitch pussy,  The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan is eating ham So catch me in Deep Space Nine With eight million stories on seven continents And six billion bullets on the Star Trek Solid state logic, thug niggas electronic Eat, drink, sleep, shit, fuck, build, and smoke chronic Playa – this is not a game, I said it before Went through the door, I came with Wu-Tang The Artist Formerly Know as You Got snatched out his truck on Florence and Normandy, duke We strictly digital... digital... [Pre-Verse: Bobby Digital] Yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse 2: Bobby Digital] The Last Starfighter, my thoughts make the sun shine brighter I bust in a bitch mouth to make her teeth seem whiter Roam like space drones, through all time zones Your face get blown, I make home, Bobby'll fuck Grace Jones Mocha caps with dilithium crystal Raise the pendulum, cuts through your ear tissue, Digital signal Scramble your brain, then regain residuals Like Microsoft, my mic might go off before the lights go off You derelict bitches, I give your tonsils eighty stitches Bobby long strong, even fuck the Eastwick Witches