You Don't Own Me Lyrics - Rza

You dont own me 

dont try to change me in anyway 

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 dont own me 

I'm not just one of your many toys 

You dont own me 

You dont own me 

You dont own me 

You dont 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 facelift 

bumping with the guestlist in that Z-diamond necklace 

tryna front like he's a Benz, son was in the Lexus 

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

oh man, his whole style was recklass 

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)