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