Текст песни Rza - Fuck What You Think
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[Intro: RZA/Bobby Digital]Yo, yo, fuck what you thinkFuck what you think[Chorus: RZA/Bobby Digital]It`s about what you know, so fuck what you thinkTwenty-one and over to drinkNineteen and over to fuckSixteen and over to patA twelve year old kid got bucked[RZA/Bobby Digital]This week inperium flat lay your ass flat as a matressSmack your head off the axis, the rhyme fashousSilencer on the tech-nine shot got your pillow wetAll your bitch say was the black silhouetteof the dark ninja, Lion King of the jungle, SimbaCut the roof to your family tree, timberWe and Dr. Strange in the black reign smokin chimneysPhat Cappadonna tape stuck inside my BenziThe blue coats is comin, the red coats is cominThe fed coats is comin, the wet heads is cominI heard to Dirt was up in the Riker`s fuckin a femaleCO, Wu-Tang keep it on the D-lowThird eye is a trillion million watt gigabyteInsite like bright, can`t find this on your websiteEverglow superior to your inferior materialVerbal serial murder, givin you pussy cats materialinjections, lethal injections, ran from houseLeft the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionaryRuler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, puzzle like jigsawSuggled author BizMark, yo[Chorus][Islord]Aiyyo, rock head niggaz who grab mics for the first timeGet fronted on majory once the God slides inon the scene, love-love in the place to beAll-American lyrics, the top choicein this rap market from Now Y all the way to Englandcuz my click be jinglin under Wu-Tang ProductionsThis crook that sell a million, then bounced on outta stateRap fiends was trapped in cells like hot cakesFaster than the rate of the Earth travelWhich one-hundred-thirty-seven and one third miles per a hourAnd peace to the God Power for never fallin for nothin lessthan a hundred grands and rap with rubberbands placed ingolden suitcases, slitted across the tableto walk the dogs in the nine-eight, the nine-eight[9th Prince/Madman]Yo, I build with the great minds of AfricaRZA, Star Trek Voyager, Killah Hill side stranglerCaptured you in inside thirty-six gas chambersNorth American, Arabian, high ? indian9th Prince convinces his enemies to kill themselvesLike Dr. Kavorkian, travel like razor satellitesPrepared for battle to rade the castleGot tackled by the rebels, the plate in my head is heavy metalLyrical chain reaction, deadly instruments, run for SymantecsThe international civil war assassinsGeological, biochemical, camouflaged nuclear aropostlesSounds posible, cuz regardless visualEnglish grammer, mental examinerI shock the world like the death of Princess DianaReverse psychology on technology, accept no apologiesThe penalty is to cut off your arms and feetPoetry teachers are speechers seepin through the speakersMy fans will become die hard listeners, plus ear bleeders[RZA/Bobby Digital]Fuck what you thinkFuck what you thinkFuck what you think[Chorus x2][Outro: RZA/Bobby Digital]Word up, Fuck what you thinkWord up, yo*beepin sound to fade*