Islord - f** What You Think lyrics

[Intro: RZA/Bobby Digital] Yo, yo, f** what you think f** what you think [Hook: RZA/Bobby Digital] 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 pack A twelve year old kid got bucked [RZA/Bobby Digital] The sweet premium cla**ic lay your a** 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 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 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 Dirt was up in Rikers f**in a female C.O., 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 p**y 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 [Hook] [Islord] Aiyyo, rock head n***as 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, k**ah Hill side strangler Captured you in inside thirty-six gas chambers North American, Arabian, halftone dark Indian 9th Prince convinces his enemies to k** 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 a**a**ins Geological, biochemical, camouflaged nuclear aropostles Sounds posible, cuz regardless visual English grammer, 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 [RZA/Bobby Digital] f** what you think f** what you think f** what you think [Hook x2] [Outro: RZA/Bobby Digital] Word up, f** what you think Word up, yo *beepin sound to fade*