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)
You dont own me You dont own me You dont own me You dont own me I’m not just one of your many toys