[Intro: RZA/Bobby Digital]
Yo, yo, $#&@ what you think
$#&@ what you think


[Chorus: RZA/Bobby Digital]
It's about what you know, so $#&@ what you think

Twenty-one and over to drink
Nineteen and over to $#&@
Sixteen and over to pat

A twelve year old kid got bucked

[RZA/Bobby Digital]

The sweet premium classic lay your $$# flat as a mattress
Smack your head off the axis, the rhyme facious
Silencer on the tech-nine shot got your pillow wet

All your (*##$ say was the black silhouette
of the dark ninja, Lion King of the jungle, Simba
Cut the roof to your family tree, timber

Me and Dr. Strange in the black reign smokin chimneys
Fat 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 $#&@in a female
CEO, Wu-Tang keep it on the D-low

Third eye is a trillion million watt gigabyte
Insght like bright, can't find this on your website
Everglow superior to your inferior material

Verbal serial murder, givin you #~!!@ cats venereal
injections, lethal injections, ran from house
Left the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary

Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, puzzle like jigsaw
Struggled for charisma, yo


[Chorus]

[Islord]

Aiyyo, rock head ^!$$%z who grab mics for the first time
Get fronted on majorly 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

That's quick to sell a million, then bounced on tour 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, halftone dark Indian
9th Prince convinces his enemies to kill themselves

Like Dr. Kavorkian, travel like razor satellites
Prepared for battles, devils try to raid the castles
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 $$#assins
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]

$#&@ what you think
$#&@ what you think
$#&@ what you think


[Chorus x2]

[Outro: RZA/Bobby Digital]
Word up, $#&@ what you think

Word up, yo

[beepin sound to fade]