Boing, Boing

Lyrics

[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman} [Blade]] Yo this is Westwood I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight And just walked into this studio some of the hottest UK cats out there My 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 RZA Straight 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 [Verse 1: Skinnyman (RZA)] Regardless, I'll be here bringin' it heartless Ruthless, to the death I'll stand for the truth, yes My God given talent is all that I can do best Keep spittin' over these tracks and leavin' you blessed So who requested my time on the set Skinnyman's what you get, so you ain't really hearin' nothing yet You best up threat 'cause it gets better yet I'm that deft intellect, dem boy they don't pent So who requested Wu-Tang on the set (it's the RZA) What you get so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet We'll never let anybody else step Or ever come with anything less for what you'd expect If you passing me the mic then I will gladly accept I'll take it to the street, show you how rough it can get 'Cause everybody knows this rappin' ting isn't happenin' Now they jack it in and go back to shottin' crack again Locked down the block and get strapped with the gat again Then we break it down then just deal with the matter then So how you'd think a British ghetto youth feels He can't get a record deal but he can get drugs to deal He can't get a job but he can go to rob and steel Lookin' for a mill' while you screamin', "Keep it real!" So I'll just stand here with this mic that I hold Request the higher force to sweep over my soul So I can fulfill my dream, go for my goals I'm sick of spendin' every late night out of role [Chorus: Bobby Digital] Skinnyman make the party boing, bza Boing, Boing Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing Blade makes the party bza Boing, Boing [Verse 2: Blade] Calm but still merciless, rugged on impact Explosive, leavin' nothin' but rubber with a spinback Snap a photo with your camera, capture the stamina Hand it to a amature, show him how to damage a Live set, make him feel the full effect and yet Still make it hard to detect and what's left? Four men remain standin' like gladiators When the dusk clears nothin' for the average ears For years its been the same with minds of the artillery God forgave us all for the merciless delivery Holdin' the tools of the trade with a death grip Rememberin' the times when nothin' was right, we was desperate Dreams blown to smithereens, turned into nightmares with screams There's a world of cream If all goes correct we can stash supreme Feed the fiend 'cause that's the way it was meant to have been You should of seen the comin', the language is universal One time perfect attack with no rehearsal Shook the earth, for what it's worth You're in danger of a takeover, and it's analysed as global We defied them, whatever your predictions Enterin' a realm unknown with no restricitons It might be hard to believe We invade, we conquer and leave [Chorus: Bobby Digital] Skinnyman make the party boing, bza Boing, Boing Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing [Verse 3: Mr. Tibbs] I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature 'Cause even though it's fuckry, it's all about the paper I love to live expensive, smoke like I'm in Jamiaca Even when I'm broke I think I'm like but a creator Avoids the green, even from my early teens As a [?] youth, with lips in need of cream, seen (Seen) But then I had a dream 'bout bein' the best rapper But that ain't all what it seems Next chapter, that's spreadin' the word Inspiration from the hurb is what you hear when I got heard I sat back and observed most of the men to shine before me All that respect, he know 'nough of them man bore me Singin' the same story, I'm better than you And to tell the truth, most of them men are shook fools We asked them in the struggle to make ends meet That's why I told these MCs that talk is cheap You might think you know Tibbs, you don't know me Unless you walk my streets and talk to my peeps [Chorus: Bobby Digital] Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing Skinnyman make the party bza Boing, Boing [Verse 4: Bobby Digital] With your high pitched face like eye liner If the black gat bust you get struck by the sidewinder You can't block and stop it when I spotted I shoot like Luke Skywalker inside the cockpit Aimin' at the top fighter Boy, I mighta have thirty thousand kids spark the lighter And set flames to the sky, we aim high The baseline kick like the kid from Shang Hi Make your bubble bust, cuddle up from the rubble thrust You's will have the double juice duck, then I doubled up To the double four, puddles pour from your bum bot Open swords can't be cured by the blood clot Ya bum bastards, son, I come classic Frame won't last the length of my matchstick Drunk from the Hennessey, V.S. stop the B.S I'm still out to catch the C.R.E.A.M. like P.S K was makin' that green People always say what the hell does that mean [Chorus: Bobby Digital] With Skinny man he makes the party Boing, Boing Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing Bza Blade he makes the party Boing, Boing Skinnyman make the party Boing, a bza Boing, Boing Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing Skinnyman make the party Boing, a bza Boing, Boing Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing Bob Digi makes the party Boing