RZA - Boing, Boing (feat. Blade, Skinnyman & Mr. Tibbs) Lyrics
[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman <Blade>]Yo this is WestwoodI'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonightAnd just walked into this studio some of the hottest UK cats out thereMy man Skinnyman {Woah, woah, Blade <what's up?>And Mr. Tibbs what's the deal? What you got for me?{Yeah we got ya the new banger Tim straight from RZAStraight from the Wu-Tang<Yeah this is Blade and the track, the hot new joints called the Boing, Boing>(Yeah representin' live all my UK hip hop heads in the North Side, el tarno)Down it's gonna bang in ya face, lets go[Skinnyman (RZA)]Regardless, I'll be here bringin' it heartlessRuthless, to the death I'll stand for the truth yesMy God given talent is all that I can do bestKeep spittin' over these tracks and leavin' you blessedSo who requested my time on the setSkinnyman's what you get, so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yetYa best upthreat cuz it gets better yetI'm that deft intellect, them boy they don't pentSo who requested Wu-Tang on the set (it's the RZA)What you get so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yetWe'll never let anybody else stepOr ever come with anything less for what you'd expectIf you pass me the mic then I'll gladly acceptI'll take it to the street, show you how rough it can getCuz everybody knows this rappin' thing isn't happenin'Now they jack it in and go back to shottin' crack againLocked down the block and get strapped with the gat againThen we break it down then just deal with the matter thenSo how you'd think a British ghetto youth feelsHe can't get a record deal but he can get drugs to dealHe can't get a job but he can go for rob and steelLookin' for a mill' while you screamin' "keep it real!"So I'll just stand here with this mic that I holdRequest the higher force to sweep over my soulSo I can fulfill my dream, go for my goalsI'm sick of spendin' every late night out of role[Chorus: RZA]Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, BoingBlade make the party bza Boing, BoingMr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, BoingBob Digi makes the party Boing, BoingSkinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, BoingBlade makes the party bza Boing, Boing[Blade]Calm but still merciless, rugged on impactExplosive, leavin' nuttin' but rubber with a spinbackSnap a photo with your camera, capture the staminaHand it to a amature, show him how to damage aLive set, make him feel the full effectAnd yet still make it hard to detect and what's left?Four men remain standin' like GladiatorsWhen the dusk clears nuttin' for the average earsFor years its been the same with minds of the artilleryGod forgave us all for the merciless deliveryHoldin' the tools of the trade with a death gripRememberin' the times when nothin' was right, we was desperateDreams blown to smithereens, turned into nightmares with screamsThere's a world of CREAMIf all goes correct we can stash supremeFeed the fiend cuz that's the way it was meant to have beenYou should of seen the comin', the language is universalOne time perfect attack with no rehearsalShook the Earth for what it's worthYou're in danger of a takeover, and it's analysed as globalWe can find them whatever your predictionsEnterin' the realm unknown with no restricitonsIt might be hard to believeWe invade, we conquer and lead[Chorus: RZA]Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, BoingBlade make the party bza Boing, BoingMr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, BoingBob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing[Mr. Tibbs]I'm a country man at heart but a city man by natureCuz even though it's ***** free, it's all about the paperI love to live expensive, smoke like I'm in JamiacaEven when I'm broke I think I'm like but a createrAvoids the green, even from my early teens???????? in need of CREAM seen (seen)But then I had a dream 'bout bein' the best rapperBut that ain't what it seems, next chapterThat's spreadin' the wordInspiration from the hurb is what you hear when I got heardI sat back and observed most of the men that shined before meAll that respect, keeper know 'nough of them will bore meSingin' the same story, I'm better than youAnd to tell you the truth most of them men are shut foolsWe asked them in the struggle to make ends meetThat's why I told these MCs that talk is cheapYou might think you know Tibbs, you don't know meUnless you walk my streets and talk to my peeps[Chorus: RZA]Bob Digi makes the party Boing, BoingSkinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing[RZA]With your high pitched face like eye linerIf the black gat bust you get struck by the side winderYou can't block and stop it when I spottedI shoot like Luke Skywalker inside the *****pitAimin' at the top fighterWho I mighta have thirty thousand kids spark the lighterAnd set flames to the sky, we aim highThe baseline kick like the kid from Shang-HiMake your bubble bust, cuddle up from the rubble thrustYou'se will have the double juice duck, then I doubled upTo the double four, puddles pour from ya bum botOpen swords can't be cured by the blood clotYa bum bastards, son I come classicFrame won't last the length of my matchstickDrunk off the Hennessey V.S. stop the B.S.I'm still off to catch the CREAM like P.S.Jake was makin' that greenPeople always say what the hell does that mean[Chorus: RZA]With Skinny man he makes the party Boing, BoingBob Digi makes the party Boing, BoingMr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, BoingBza Blade he makes the party Boing, BoingSkinnyman make the party Boing, a bza Boing, BoingBlade make the party bza Boing, BoingMr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, BoingBob Digi makes the party Boing, BoingSkinnyman make the party Boing, a bza Boing, BoingBlade make the party bza Boing, BoingMr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, BoingBob Digi makes the party Boing
