Текст песни Special Ed - Here I Go Again
Special Ed - Here I Go Again слова песни
Straight upYou`ll get ate upWait upHold up(Here I go)(Here I go)(Here I go again) --> Lords Of The Underground[ VERSE 1 ]Greetings, welcome to the proceedingsYou won`t be needing your seatingFor this lyrical meeting, there`s no eatingAnd no biting, fighting is in the lobbyI didn`t know that so much dough was in a hobbyMy last rhyme was a pasttime, yet at presentI present the scent - smellThe funk from below hell>From where I fellBut I still got my soulSo I`m never gonna sellI`d rather tell it just like it isPlus it`s my mic, so act like it isYou can ask Giz, you can ask anybodyI rock any party, word to Miz(It ain`t he Biz) So what it is?Straight up, you`ll get ate up just like breakfastIf it`s a bunch, then that`s lunch, and in the next isDinner, now who`s the lucky winner for the evening?Flex and you won`t be leaving, or even breathingI had to come back, so there ain`t no misbelieving(Here I go)(Here I go)(Here I go again)[ VERSE 2 ]You thought I was gone, but my word is bondI was in the deadzone, with the headphones onJust meditating, then I be waiting for aLight snorer, then it`s off to Bora-BoraBeyond the dawn, past the corn and wheat fieldsThe street feels great, how the beat feels?Get the reels and the deals is doneI be back, hon, I gotta drop it on the oneSo give me my hat and my gun, I gotta runI got a ton of styles, but you can`t get noneI wipe you out like a disc, tisk-tiskTough stains need whisk`, but I can`t take the riskI gotta take em out myself to make sureI break them legs like eggs when they rawBilly McGhee McGhaw, they all criedThey all died, they all triedBut they got cut like King Tut, then wrapped>From a dummy to a mummy, let`s see how you adaptI cut the crap, and act like you know thenHere we go then, I`m explodin(Here I go)(Here I go)(Here I go again)[ VERSE 3 ]It`s about time to drop the rhymeAnd take cover, shelter, atomic melterShutdown, what now, I got nut nowTwo nine-fitties just like tittiesRockin the sound I break down in the cracks on the trackboardLike Shaq on a backboardI shatter musical matterAnd make it even fatter than it wasWord up, cuz, I got a buzzThat is what the ism doesSo I`m in a trance, I need a chance to escapeThey said I`d be alright if I just made another tapeBut I don`t think it`s gonnda do itI been through itI get a shock everytime I rockI`m unstable, and unable to relaxI hear tracks and relapsePerhaps I got the raps, quickI`m bout to have another fit...(Here I go)(Here I go)(Here I go again)