Handwriting on the Wall

We on some

Phantom of the

Opera shit

It's the gothic shit as

I produce the waterproof mask

You never ask the question, "Who's the man behind the red mask?"

About to a drive-by on

MC's so listen, aiyyo

Yo my mic check is

Robo-TechRun over the track till my lyrical

GigaPet slow flow

Cardiac arrest like

FloJo, rock ice

Ro-RoPack fo-fo fo' sure though

More and more cream, and niggaz still love you

RakeemThe game of death, we kickin' niggaz in the chest like

KareemMy wingspan is wider than

RodanMy sweet and sour niggaz wit' nose candy sniff blow by the gram

I gramatically slam, before

I eat a groupie bitch pussy

The Honorable

Minister Louis

Farrakhan is eatin' ham

So catch me in

Deep Space

NineWit eight million stories on seven continents

And six billion bullets on the

Star TrekSolid state logic thug niggaz 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 wit

Wu-TangThe artist formerly know as you

Got snatched out his truck on

Florence and

Normandy Duke

We strictly

DigitalYo, yo, yo, yo

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 without lithium cristal

Raise the pendulum cuts through your ear tissue,

Digital signal

Scramble your brain then we gain the visuals

Like Microsoft,

I might micro-walk before the lights go off

You develic bitches,

I give your tonsils eighty stitches

Bobby long storm, even fuck the

Eastwick Witches