Special Ed - Here I Go Again lyrics

rate me

Straight up

You'll 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 won't be needing your seating

For this lyrical meeting, there's no eating

And no biting, fighting is in the lobby

I didn't 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 I'm never gonna sell

I'd rather tell it just like it is

Plus it's my mic, so act like it is

You can ask Giz, you can ask anybody

I rock any party, word to Miz

(It ain't he Biz) So what it is?

Straight up, you'll get ate up just like breakfast

If it's a bunch, then that's lunch, and in the next is

Dinner, now who's the lucky winner for the evening?

Flex and you won't be leaving, or even breathing

I 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 bond

I was in the deadzone, with the headphones on

Just meditating, then I be waiting for a

Light snorer, then it's 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 can't get none

I wipe you out like a disc, tisk-tisk

Tough stains need whisk', but I can't 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, let's see how you adapt

I cut the crap, and act like you know then

Here 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 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 I'm in a trance, I need a chance to escape

They said I'd be alright if I just made another tape

But I don't think it's gonnda do it

I been through it

I get a shock everytime I rock

I'm unstable, and unable to relax

I hear tracks and relapse

Perhaps I got the raps, quick

I'm bout to have another fit...

(Here I go)

(Here I go)

(Here I go again)