RZA: Money don't own me

(feat. Christbearer, Monk, Stone Mecca)[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 explosivesDigital brain is the closest to MosesCivilizing came, the flame inside the hoisterRevitalize the game, the names on the posterThe mask with no cape, the flash'll crush grapesThe dancer on the lap, the ass wit no faceIt's shaped like an ace, say your grace before you taste itHaste makes waste, slow down or you ain't waitThe bunny in the car look like an Indian squallThe honey's in the jar, the money's in the braIt's funny hahaha, how dummies, hahahaThink cuz we call 'em sunny, they can be a starI implement the instrument, disintegrate the 10 percentYou entered the square, but you don't know where the circle wentYou ain't worth the cent, you cursed, I Birthed the PrinceDrenched the baby from creators that the nurses sentYou can't still convent, don't have seven centsGrave the raven, my birds are heaven sentWhere 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 rockIf that's steel you see, it's that steel I popIf that Benz I walk, it's that Benz I copWho rock them white tees first, get a West Cost propsCan't nobody it better than, the West Coast veteranThree six letterman, Monk's the nameBlack Knights the gang, I'll ignite the flamesStrike my hood up on the wall, and cross out your nameWith a K on the end of it, that won't be the end of itTil them guns is drawn, and you standing on the end of itPoof be gone, I'mma write that wrongI'm the shit all by myself, nobody writes my songPeep my technique, strictly gangsta classicsGun talk, nigga, muthafuck theatricsMy flow is matchless, ain't no way you can surpass thisLevel I'm on, better go home, and try to practice[Christbearer]Why yes, am I next to impressD-T-S, bless the best, no cessStress, from guess to gold pressThe quest to protest, we head the Pro KedsBut this is the new improved shit'08 from the AMG, '92, bitch[Chorus]