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Money Don't Own Me


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RZA aka Bobby Digital "Digi Snacks"


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[Chorus: Tru James] 
My woman, and my money, don't own me... 
I've got to, keep holding, my own 

[RZA] 
Heaven, heaven... 
The dangerous dynamite dosage, mind full of explosives 
Digital brain is the closest to Moses 
Civilizing came, the flame inside the hoister 
Revitalize the game, the names on the poster 
The mask with no cape, the flash'll crush grapes 
The dancer on the lap, the [bad word] wit no face 
It's shaped like an ace, say your grace before you taste it 
Haste makes waste, slow down or you ain't wait 
The bunny in the car look like an Indian squall 
The honey's in the jar, the money's in the bra 
It's funny hahaha, how dummies, hahaha 
Think cuz we call 'em sunny, they can be a star 
I implement the instrument, disintegrate the 10 percent 
You entered the square, but you don't know where the circle went 
You ain't worth the cent, you cursed, I Birthed the Prince 
Drenched the baby from creators that the nurses sent 
You can't still convent, don't have seven cents 
Grave the raven, my birds are heaven sent 
Where the brethren went? where the Reverend went? 
I told you these words are heaven sent 

[Chorus] 

[Monk] 
It's time to show you how them rugged MC's rock 
If that's steel you see, it's that steel I pop 
If that Benz I walk, it's that Benz I cop 
Who rock them white tees first, get a West Cost props 
Can't nobody it better than, the West Coast veteran 
Three six letterman, Monk's the name 
Black Knights the gang, I'll ignite the flames 
Strike my hood up on the wall, and cross out your name 
With a K on the end of it, that won't be the end of it 
Til them guns is drawn, and you standing on the end of it 
Poof be gone, I'mma write that wrong 
I'm the [bad word] all by myself, nobody writes my song 
Peep my technique, strictly gangsta classics 
Gun talk, [bad word]  muthaf**k theatrics 
My flow is matchless, ain't no way you can surpass this 
Level I'm on, better go home, and try to practice 

[Christbearer] 
Why yes, am I next to impress 
D-T-S, bless the best, no cess 
Stress, from guess to gold press 
The quest to protest, we head the Pro Keds 
But this is the new improved [bad word] 
'08 from the AMG, '92, [bad word] 

[Chorus]

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