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    Rza Bobby Digital Handwriting on The Wall текст песни

    Handwriting on The Wall

    Featuring Ras Kass

    [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
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    And six billion bullets on the Star Trek
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    [Bobby Digital]
    Yo, yo, yo, yo
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    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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