Rza - F*** What You Think lyrics

Yo, yo, f** what you think f** what you think It's about what you know, so f** what you think Twenty-one and over to drink Nineteen and over to f** Sixteen and over to pat A twelve year old kid got bucked This week inperium flat lay your a** 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 b**h 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 f**in 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 p**y 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 f** what you think Twenty-one and over to drink Nineteen and over to f** Sixteen and over to pat A twelve year old kid got bucked Ah-yo, rock head n***az 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, k**ah hill side strangler Captured you in inside thirty-six gas chambers North American, Arabian, high ? Indian 9th prince convinces his enemies to k** 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 a**a**ins Geological, biochemical, camouflaged nuclear apostles Sounds possible, 'cause regardless visual English grammar, mental examiner I shock the world like the d**h 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 f** what you think f** what you think f** what you think It's about what you know, so f** what you think Twenty-one and over to drink Nineteen and over to f** Sixteen and over to pat A twelve year old kid got bucked It's about what you know, so f** what you think Twenty-one and over to drink Nineteen and over to f** Sixteen and over to pat A twelve year old kid got bucked Word up, f** what you think Word up, yo