Boing, Boing Lyrics
| Song | Boing, Boing |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | The World According to RZA |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : RZA, Blade, Skinnyman ... | |
| Yo this is | |
| WestwoodI'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 | |
| 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 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' nuttin' yet | |
| Ya best upthreat 'cause it gets better yet | |
| I'm that deft intellect, them 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 pass me the mic then | |
| I'll gladly accept | |
| I'll take it to the street, show you how rough it can get'cause everybody knows this rappin' thing 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 for rob and steel | |
| Lookin' 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 soul | |
| So I can fulfill my dream, go for my goals | |
| I'm sick of spendin' every late night out of role[Chorus: RZA] | |
| 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[Blade] | |
| Calm but still merciless, rugged on impact | |
| Explosive, leavin' nuttin' 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 nuttin' 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 | |
| CREAMIf 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 can find them whatever your predictions | |
| Enterin' the realm unknown with no restricitons | |
| It might be hard to believe | |
| We invade, we conquer and lead[Chorus: RZA] | |
| 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[Mr. Tibbs] | |
| I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature'cause even though it's fuck free, 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 creater | |
| Avoids the green, even from my early teens???????? in need of | |
| CREAM seen (seen) | |
| But then I had a dream 'bout bein' the best rapper | |
| But that ain't 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 that shined before me | |
| All that respect, keeper know 'nough of them will bore me | |
| Singin' the same story, | |
| I'm better than you | |
| And to tell you the truth most of them men are shut 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: RZA] | |
| Bob Digi makes the party | |
| Boing, Boing | |
| Skinnyman make the party | |
| Boing, bza | |
| Boing, Boing[RZA] | |
| With your high pitched face like eye liner | |
| If the black gat bust you get struck by the side winder | |
| You can't block and stop it when | |
| I spottedI shoot like | |
| Luke Skywalker inside the cockpit | |
| Aimin' at the top fighter | |
| Who 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-HiMake your bubble bust, cuddle up from the rubble thrust | |
| You'se will have the double juice duck, then | |
| I doubled up | |
| To the double four, puddles pour from ya 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 off the | |
| Hennessey | |
| V.S. stop the | |
| B.S.I'm still off to catch the | |
| CREAM like | |
| P.S.Jake was makin' that green | |
| People always say what the hell does that mean[Chorus: RZA] | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : RZA, Blade, Skinnyman ... | |
| Yo this is | |
| WestwoodI' 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 | |
| RZAStraight from the | |
| WuTang | |
| 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 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' nuttin' yet | |
| Ya best upthreat ' cause it gets better yet | |
| I' m that deft intellect, them boy they don' t pent | |
| So who requested | |
| WuTang 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 pass me the mic then | |
| I' ll gladly accept | |
| I' ll take it to the street, show you how rough it can get' cause everybody knows this rappin' thing 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 for rob and steel | |
| Lookin' 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 soul | |
| So I can fulfill my dream, go for my goals | |
| I' m sick of spendin' every late night out of role Chorus: RZA | |
| 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 Blade | |
| Calm but still merciless, rugged on impact | |
| Explosive, leavin' nuttin' 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 nuttin' 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 | |
| CREAMIf 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 can find them whatever your predictions | |
| Enterin' the realm unknown with no restricitons | |
| It might be hard to believe | |
| We invade, we conquer and lead Chorus: RZA | |
| 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 Mr. Tibbs | |
| I' m a country man at heart but a city man by nature' cause even though it' s fuck free, 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 creater | |
| Avoids the green, even from my early teens???????? in need of | |
| CREAM seen seen | |
| But then I had a dream ' bout bein' the best rapper | |
| But that ain' t 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 that shined before me | |
| All that respect, keeper know ' nough of them will bore me | |
| Singin' the same story, | |
| I' m better than you | |
| And to tell you the truth most of them men are shut 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: RZA | |
| Bob Digi makes the party | |
| Boing, Boing | |
| Skinnyman make the party | |
| Boing, bza | |
| Boing, Boing RZA | |
| With your high pitched face like eye liner | |
| If the black gat bust you get struck by the side winder | |
| You can' t block and stop it when | |
| I spottedI shoot like | |
| Luke Skywalker inside the cockpit | |
| Aimin' at the top fighter | |
| Who 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 | |
| ShangHiMake your bubble bust, cuddle up from the rubble thrust | |
| You' se will have the double juice duck, then | |
| I doubled up | |
| To the double four, puddles pour from ya 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 off the | |
| Hennessey | |
| V. S. stop the | |
| B. S. I' m still off to catch the | |
| CREAM like | |
| P. S. Jake was makin' that green | |
| People always say what the hell does that mean Chorus: RZA | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : RZA, Blade, Skinnyman ... | |
| Yo this is | |
| WestwoodI' 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 | |
| RZAStraight from the | |
| WuTang | |
| 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 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' nuttin' yet | |
| Ya best upthreat ' cause it gets better yet | |
| I' m that deft intellect, them boy they don' t pent | |
| So who requested | |
| WuTang 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 pass me the mic then | |
| I' ll gladly accept | |
| I' ll take it to the street, show you how rough it can get' cause everybody knows this rappin' thing 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 for rob and steel | |
| Lookin' 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 soul | |
| So I can fulfill my dream, go for my goals | |
| I' m sick of spendin' every late night out of role Chorus: RZA | |
| 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 Blade | |
| Calm but still merciless, rugged on impact | |
| Explosive, leavin' nuttin' 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 nuttin' 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 | |
| CREAMIf 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 can find them whatever your predictions | |
| Enterin' the realm unknown with no restricitons | |
| It might be hard to believe | |
| We invade, we conquer and lead Chorus: RZA | |
| 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 Mr. Tibbs | |
| I' m a country man at heart but a city man by nature' cause even though it' s fuck free, 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 creater | |
| Avoids the green, even from my early teens???????? in need of | |
| CREAM seen seen | |
| But then I had a dream ' bout bein' the best rapper | |
| But that ain' t 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 that shined before me | |
| All that respect, keeper know ' nough of them will bore me | |
| Singin' the same story, | |
| I' m better than you | |
| And to tell you the truth most of them men are shut 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: RZA | |
| Bob Digi makes the party | |
| Boing, Boing | |
| Skinnyman make the party | |
| Boing, bza | |
| Boing, Boing RZA | |
| With your high pitched face like eye liner | |
| If the black gat bust you get struck by the side winder | |
| You can' t block and stop it when | |
| I spottedI shoot like | |
| Luke Skywalker inside the cockpit | |
| Aimin' at the top fighter | |
| Who 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 | |
| ShangHiMake your bubble bust, cuddle up from the rubble thrust | |
| You' se will have the double juice duck, then | |
| I doubled up | |
| To the double four, puddles pour from ya 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 off the | |
| Hennessey | |
| V. S. stop the | |
| B. S. I' m still off to catch the | |
| CREAM like | |
| P. S. Jake was makin' that green | |
| People always say what the hell does that mean Chorus: RZA | |
| 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 |
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