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