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RZA As Bobby Digital In Stereo (1998) F**k
What You Think 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 jigsawSuggled 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* |
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