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    RZA Handwriting on The Wall текст песни

    Handwriting on The Wall

    [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 driveby on MC’s so listen

    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’ sure though
    More and more cream, and niggaz Still Love You Rakeem
    The game of death, we kickin niggaz in the chest like Kareem
    My wingspan is wider than Rodan
    My 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 Nine
    Wit eight million stories on seven continents
    And six billion bullets on the Star Trek
    Solid 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-Tang
    The Artist Formerly Know as You
    Got snatched out his truck on Florence and Normandy Duke
    We strictly Digital

    [Bobby Digital]
    Yo, 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

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