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Special Ed - Here I Go Again lyrics
Straight up Youll get ate up Wait up Hold up (here I go) (here I go) (here I go again) --> lords of the underground [ verse 1 ] Greetings, welcome to the proceedings You wont be needing your seating For this lyrical meeting, theres no eating And no biting, fighting is in the lobby I didnt know that so much dough was in a hobby My last rhyme was a pasttime, yet at present I present the scent - smell The funk from below hell >from where I fell But I still got my soul So Im never gonna sell Id rather tell it just like it is Plus its my mic, so act like it is You can ask giz, you can ask anybody I rock any party, word to miz (it aint he biz) so what it is? Straight up, youll get ate up just like breakfast If its a bunch, then thats lunch, and in the next is Dinner, now whos the lucky winner for the evening? Flex and you wont be leaving, or even breathing I had to come back, so there aint no misbelieving (here I go) (here I go) (here I go again) [ verse 2 ] You thought I was gone, but my word is bond I was in the deadzone, with the headphones on Just meditating, then I be waiting for a Light snorer, then its off to bora-bora Beyond the dawn, past the corn and wheat fields The street feels great, how the beat feels? Get the reels and the deals is done I be back, hon, I gotta drop it on the one So give me my hat and my gun, I gotta run I got a ton of styles, but you cant get none I wipe you out like a disc, tisk-tisk Tough stains need whisk, but I cant take the risk I gotta take em out myself to make sure I break them legs like eggs when they raw Billy mcghee mcghaw, they all cried They all died, they all tried But they got cut like king tut, then wrapped >from a dummy to a mummy, lets see how you adapt I cut the crap, and act like you know then Here we go then, Im explodin (here I go) (here I go) (here I go again) [ verse 3 ] Its about time to drop the rhyme And take cover, shelter, atomic melter Shutdown, what now, I got nut now Two nine-fitties just like titties Rockin the sound I break down in the cracks on the trackboard Like shaq on a backboard I shatter musical matter And make it even fatter than it was Word up, cuz, I got a buzz That is what the ism does So Im in a trance, I need a chance to escape They said Id be alright if I just made another tape But I dont think its gonnda do it I been through it I get a shock everytime I rock Im unstable, and unable to relax I hear tracks and relapse Perhaps I got the raps, quick Im bout to have another fit... (here I go) (here I go) (here I go again) |
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