[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
 Aiyyo!

 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