[Ras Kass]
We on some Phantom of the Opera %#@!
It's the gothic %#@!

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 ^!$$%z Still Love You Rakeem
The game of death, we kickin ^!$$%z in the chest like Kareem
My wingspan is wider than Rodan

My sweet and sour ^!$$%z wit nose candy sniff blow by the gram
I gramatically slam, before I eat a groupie (*##$ #~!!@
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 ^!$$%z electronic
Eat, drink, sleep, %#@!, $#&@, 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 (*##$ mouth to make her teeth seem whiter

Roam like space drones through all time zones
Your face get blown, I make home, Bobby'll $#&@ 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 (*##$es, I give your tonsils eighty stitches
Bobby long storm, even $#&@ the Eastwick Witches