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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
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 d**gs 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
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
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
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
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature'cause even though it's f**k 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
Bob Digi makes the party
Boing Boing
Skinnyman make the party
Boing bza
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
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