
Handwriting on the Wall RZA (Ft. Ras Kass)
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[Intro: Ras Kass]
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!
[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
Yo my mic check is Robo-Tech
Run over the track till my lyrical GigaPet 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 eatin ham
So catch me in Deep Space Nine
Wit 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 wit Wu-Tang
The Artist Formerly Know as You
Got snatched out his truck on Florence and Normandy Duke
We strictly Digital
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!
[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
Yo my mic check is Robo-Tech
Run over the track till my lyrical GigaPet 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 eatin ham
So catch me in Deep Space Nine
Wit 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 wit Wu-Tang
The Artist Formerly Know as You
Got snatched out his truck on Florence and Normandy Duke
We strictly Digital
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