Fuck What You Think

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*