Fuck What You Think

<br>[Intro: RZA/Bobby Digital]<br>Yo, yo, fuck what you think<br>Fuck what you think<br><br>[Chorus: RZA/Bobby Digital]<br>It`s about what you know, so fuck what you think<br>Twenty-one and over to drink<br>Nineteen and over to fuck<br>Sixteen and over to pat<br>A twelve year old kid got bucked<br><br>[RZA/Bobby Digital]<br>This week inperium flat lay your ass flat as a matress<br>Smack your head off the axis, the rhyme fashous<br>Silencer on the tech-nine shot got your pillow wet<br>All your bitch say was the black silhouette<br>of the dark ninja, Lion King of the jungle, Simba<br>Cut the roof to your family tree, timber<br>We and Dr. Strange in the black reign smokin chimneys<br>Phat Cappadonna tape stuck inside my Benzi<br>The blue coats is comin, the red coats is comin<br>The fed coats is comin, the wet heads is comin<br>I heard to Dirt was up in the Riker`s fuckin a female<br>CO, Wu-Tang keep it on the D-low<br>Third eye is a trillion million watt gigabyte<br>Insite like bright, can`t find this on your website<br>Everglow superior to your inferior material<br>Verbal serial murder, givin you pussy cats material<br>injections, lethal injections, ran from house<br>Left the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary<br>Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, puzzle like jigsaw<br>Suggled author BizMark, yo<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Islord]<br>Aiyyo, rock head niggaz who grab mics for the first time<br>Get fronted on majory once the God slides in<br>on the scene, love-love in the place to be<br>All-American lyrics, the top choice<br>in this rap market from Now Y all the way to England<br>cuz my click be jinglin under Wu-Tang Productions<br>This crook that sell a million, then bounced on outta state<br>Rap fiends was trapped in cells like hot cakes<br>Faster than the rate of the Earth travel<br>Which one-hundred-thirty-seven and one third miles per a hour<br>And peace to the God Power for never fallin for nothin less<br>than a hundred grands and rap with rubberbands placed in<br>golden suitcases, slitted across the table<br>to walk the dogs in the nine-eight, the nine-eight<br><br>[9th Prince/Madman]<br>Yo, I build with the great minds of Africa<br>RZA, Star Trek Voyager, Killah Hill side strangler<br>Captured you in inside thirty-six gas chambers<br>North American, Arabian, high ? indian<br>9th Prince convinces his enemies to kill themselves<br>Like Dr. Kavorkian, travel like razor satellites<br>Prepared for battle to rade the castle<br>Got tackled by the rebels, the plate in my head is heavy metal<br>Lyrical chain reaction, deadly instruments, run for Symantecs<br>The international civil war assassins<br>Geological, biochemical, camouflaged nuclear aropostles<br>Sounds posible, cuz regardless visual<br>English grammer, mental examiner<br>I shock the world like the death of Princess Diana<br>Reverse psychology on technology, accept no apologies<br>The penalty is to cut off your arms and feet<br>Poetry teachers are speechers seepin through the speakers<br>My fans will become die hard listeners, plus ear bleeders<br><br>[RZA/Bobby Digital]<br>Fuck what you think<br>Fuck what you think<br>Fuck what you think<br><br>[Chorus x2]<br><br>[Outro: RZA/Bobby Digital]<br>Word up, Fuck what you think<br>Word up, yo<br><br>*beepin sound to fade*