Rza - You Don't Own Me lyrics

rate me

You don't own me

don't try to change me in anyway

You don't own

don't tie me down, cause I’d never stay

[RZA]

You telling me where to go

what to smoke, what a joke

how to sleep

how to eat

how to dress

how to vote

how to stress

how to stroke

how to bless

how to

mostly you tryna tell me how to think, what a joke

You don't own me

I’m not just one of your many toys

You don't own me

You don't own me

You don't own me

You don't own me

[RZA]

Keep your nose out of my business and keep your eyes off my wizards

keep the game on those digits and keep that butter on that biscuit

you acting like my name in Kunte and your's is Mr. Smith

you see this four fifth will give your ass a face-lift

bumping with the guest list in that Z-diamond necklace

trynna front like he’s a Benz, son was in the Lexus

acting like he New York, he was more like New Texas

oh man, boy his whole style was reckless

more like a mini-van, big with 4 cylinders

got 2 holes up in your chest now

and it wasn't from no Dillinger

this Shaolin finger jab, the Wu Tang finger style left him needing stitches

snitching like them bitches (bitches)

You don't own me

You don't own me

You don't own me

You don't own me

I'm not just one of your many toys

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Thanks to adrianna