Fuck What You Think — RZA

Intro: Rza/Bobby Digital

Yo, yo, fuck what you think Fuck what you think

Chorus: Rza/Bobby Digital

It's about what you know, so fuck what you think Twenty-one and over to drink Nineteen and over to fuck Sixteen and over to pat A twelve year old kid got bucked

Rza/Bobby Digital

This week inperium flat lay your ass flat as a matress Smack your head off the axis, the rhyme fashous Silencer on the tech-nine shot got your pillow wet All your bitch say was the black silhouette of the dark ninja, Lion King of the jungle, Simba Cut the roof to your family tree, timber We and Dr. Strange in the black reign smokin chimneys Phat Cappadonna tape stuck inside my Benzi The blue coats is comin, the red coats is comin The fed coats is comin, the wet heads is comin I heard to Dirt was up in the Riker's fuckin a female CO, Wu-Tang keep it on the D-low Third eye is a trillion million watt gigabyte Insite like bright, can't find this on your website Everglow superior to your inferior material Verbal serial murder, givin you pussy cats material injections, lethal injections, ran from house Left the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, puzzle like jigsaw Suggled author BizMark, yo

Chorus

Islord

Aiyyo, rock head niggaz who grab mics for the first time Get fronted on majory once the God slides in on the scene, love-love in the place to be All-American lyrics, the top choice in this rap market from Now Y all the way to England cuz my click be jinglin under Wu-Tang Productions This crook that sell a million, then bounced on outta state Rap fiends was trapped in cells like hot cakes Faster than the rate of the Earth travel Which one-hundred-thirty-seven and one third miles per a hour And peace to the God Power for never fallin for nothin less than a hundred grands and rap with rubberbands placed in golden suitcases, slitted across the table to walk the dogs in the nine-eight, the nine-eight

9Th Prince/Madman

Yo, I build with the great minds of Africa RZA, Star Trek Voyager, Killah Hill side strangler Captured you in inside thirty-six gas chambers North American, Arabian, high ? indian 9th Prince convinces his enemies to kill themselves Like Dr. Kavorkian, travel like razor satellites Prepared for battle to rade the castle Got tackled by the rebels, the plate in my head is heavy metal Lyrical chain reaction, deadly instruments, run for Symantecs The international civil war assassins Geological, biochemical, camouflaged nuclear aropostles Sounds posible, cuz regardless visual English grammer, mental examiner I shock the world like the death of Princess Diana Reverse psychology on technology, accept no apologies The penalty is to cut off your arms and feet Poetry teachers are speechers seepin through the speakers My fans will become die hard listeners, plus ear bleeders

Rza/Bobby Digital

Fuck what you think Fuck what you think Fuck what you think

Chorus X2

Outro: Rza/Bobby Digital

Word up, Fuck what you think Word up, yo

*beepin sound to fade*