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Boing, Boing

アーティスト:RZA  アルバム:The World According to RZA 

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(Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman} ) 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 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 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 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: 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 it's 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


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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