F*** What You Think Lyrics - Rza As Bobby Digital In Stereo - Rza

Yo, yo, fuck what you think 

Fuck what you think 

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 

This week inperium flat lay your ass flat as a mattress 

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 

Insight 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 

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 

Ah-yo, rock head niggaz who grab mics for the first time 

Get fronted on majority 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 why all the way to England 

'Cause 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 

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 apostles 

Sounds possible, 'cause regardless visual 

English grammar, 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 

Fuck what you think 

Fuck what you think 

Fuck what you think 

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 

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 

Word up, fuck what you think 

Word up, yo