Boing

Lyrics

MF Grimm ft. MF MEZ and PMD - "Boing" [Emcee(s): MF Grimm, MF MEZ (AKA Destroyah), and PMD] [Producer(s): Mixture] [Verse 1: MF Grimm] People say "Grimm, you've been shot like 50 So why don't you just rhyme like 50? Then you could get the money like 50 Otherwise, before you see success, you'll be 50 There's no money in the underground, it's iffy No loyalty either, man, fans are real picky" I ignore what they say, give the world my heart and soul My inner strength can't be measured by no BDS The length of the race not forty yards but marathon I'll laugh at the sprinters 'cause they dashed, now they're breathing hard Mentally break it down off-pace 'til all wheezing Now competition also eat dust because I leave 'em To a science, my cranium mimics Vibrations of plutonium and uranium combinations Then I adlib all the radiation Push the red button, distribute it to the nation [Hook: MF MEZ (AKA Destroyah)] You could Spit a lot of shit but ain't hotter than this You could get a lot of kids but ain't stopping the clique You could spit a lot of clips but they all gon' miss, and you Could get a lot of chips, but we're robbing your shit [Verse 2: MF MEZ (AKA Destroyah)] Ayyo, watch me Bounce on a track, honeys bounce in the back Bouncing they ass. Funny how you doubting my raps, dummy 'Til it's amounting a mountain of cash money Counting my stacks, son, and stuff 'em in the couch for The stash 'til it got a lot of G's and I'm caught up in The cheese like a mouse in a trap. Fuck it I don't care who you down with and that Come around where they at, I'll lay 'em down on their back, fucker I don't care about the pounds of your crack Or the rounds in your gat. You laid it down on your track? So what? I ain't scared how you sound when you rap And you talking mad shit like mouth is your ass. Hold up I ain't down with them cats. Move around, can't Be found or tracked down, a mouth and a flash. Know what? I'll be out like The Flash if the cops roll up Get your spot blown up, and I'll pounce on The cats [Hook: MF MEZ (AKA Destroyah)] You could Spit a lot of shit but ain't hotter than this You could get a lot of kids but ain't stopping the clique You could spit a lot of clips but they all gon' miss, and you Could get a lot of chips, but we're robbing your shit [Verse 3: PMD] Uh huh. Yeah, yo, I don't worry 'Bout nothing. I'll leave with a guard. It's PMD And the Hit Squad with the universal entourage. I'll lift them Little weights like it's nothing long as my blood's pumping I don't worry about the bullshit 'cause it don't mean nothing Love is love, so I push to be better I'm too clever, PMD shine in any weather. It's The no-look from Bibby, but y'all call him Grimm Keep on a hoodie and Timbs, maintaining them ends. Me? I'll never sell out or sell my soul He's a b-boy for real, so put that talk on hold Strictly Business, always rep my mic hard You'll put your money on the god, but I put my money on God's swings [Hook: MF MEZ (AKA Destroyah)] You could Spit a lot of shit but ain't hotter than this You could get a lot of kids but ain't stopping the clique You could spit a lot of clips but they all gon' miss, and you Could get a lot of chips, but we're robbing your shit