| Song | Handwriting on the Wall |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo |
| 作词 : Diggs | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Diggs | |
| 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 driveby on | |
| MC' s so listen, aiyyo | |
| Yo my mic check is | |
| RoboTechRun over the track till my lyrical | |
| GigaPet slow flow | |
| Cardiac arrest like | |
| FloJo, rock ice | |
| RoRoPack fofo 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 | |
| WuTangThe 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 microwalk before the lights go off | |
| You develic bitches, | |
| I give your tonsils eighty stitches | |
| Bobby long storm, even fuck the | |
| Eastwick Witches |