[ti:Money Don't Own Me]
[ar:RZA]
[al:Digi Snacks]

[03:25.30][01:46.30][00:00.60]My woman, and my money, don't own me...
[03:37.53][01:57.56][00:12.50]I've got to, keep holding, my own
[00:40.54]Heaven, heaven...
[00:44.36]The dangerous dynamite dosage, mind full of explosives
[00:47.02]Digital brain is the closest to Moses
[00:49.98]Civilizing came, the flame inside the hoister
[00:53.08]Revitalize the game, the names on the poster
[00:56.18]The mask with no cape, the flash'll crush grapes
[00:59.27]The dancer on the lap, the ass wit no face
[01:02.37]It's shaped like an ace, say your grace before you taste it
[01:05.62]Haste makes waste, slow down or you ain't wait
[01:08.70]The bunny in the car look like an Indian squall
[01:11.76]The honey's in the jar, the money's in the bra
[01:14.81]It's funny hahaha, how dummies, hahaha
[01:18.17]Think cuz we call 'em sunny, they can be a star
[01:20.98]I implement the instrument, disintegrate the 10 percent
[01:24.82]You entered the square, but you don't know where the circle went
[01:27.33]You ain't worth the cent, you cursed, I Birthed the Prince
[01:30.71]Drenched the baby from creators that the nurses sent
[01:33.43]You can't still convent, don't have seven cents
[01:37.00]Grave the raven, my birds are heaven sent
[01:39.83]Where the brethren went? where the Reverend went?
[01:43.57]I told you these words are heaven sent
[02:07.63]It's time to show you how them rugged MC's rock
[02:10.32]If that's steel you see, it's that steel I pop
[02:13.68]If that Benz I walk, it's that Benz I cop
[02:16.71]Who rock them white tees first, get a West Cost props
[02:20.00]Can't nobody it better than, the West Coast veteran
[02:23.26]Three six letterman, Monk's the name
[02:26.12]Black Knights the gang, I'll ignite the flames
[02:29.17]Strike my hood up on the wall, and cross out your name
[02:32.24]With a K on the end of it, that won't be the end of it
[02:35.51]Til them guns is drawn, and you standing on the end of it
[02:38.67]Poof be gone, I'mma write that wrong
[02:41.51]I'm the shit all by myself, nobody writes my song
[02:44.73]Peep my technique, strictly gangsta classics
[02:47.82]Gun talk, nigga, muthafuck theatrics
[02:51.20]My flow is matchless, ain't no way you can surpass this
[02:54.20]Level I'm on, better go home, and try to practice
[03:06.36]Why yes, am I next to impress
[03:09.51]D-T-S, bless the best, no cess
[03:12.73]Stress, from guess to gold press
[03:15.95]The quest to protest, we head the Pro Keds
[03:18.97]But this is the new improved shit
[03:22.15]'08 from the AMG, '92, bitch
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