| Here it comes! |
| Yo here it is or there it was
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| But where was it when you need it? |
| Because
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| You fall to the waistline when you waste rhymes
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| Serch got a flow when it comes to phat beats and basslines
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| I heard the rumors and the fables
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| Remove them like the tumors on tables
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| Boomers for the willing and the able
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| So turn to the next page in your manual
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| And flim-flam, all over the jam
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| Chill, lounge — kick your ten little toes up
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| At the edge of this razor blade and save your spade
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| As the groove plummets you to another dimension
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| May I just mention
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| This is a map, it’s for all made for climbin
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| And you’re stuck to your crib like aluminum sidin
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| Hidin in the back is for crumbs.
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| And here it comes!
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| Here it comes, HERE IT COMES? |
| (repeat 8X)
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| B-boy decoys will try to destroy
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| Deploy the truth in black hoods and black boots
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| Caps get rocked only when they’re fitted
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| Lyrics get dropped only when they’re lifted
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| So swing to the swell of the vo-chords run amuck
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| Whatup? |
| Whatup? |
| I got mine and you got yours
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| Paws are backed up with perspire
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| And someone in the crowd yells, «Fire fire!»
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| (We don’t need no water, let it burn yo, burn yo
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| We don’t need no water let it burn…) so it burnt
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| Learn your lesson well, if I don’t then I guess you get jelled
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| Swell, heads go down like the sun.
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| And here it comes!
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| Here it. |
| comes, here it. |
| comes
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| Here it. |
| comes, here it. |
| comes
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| Here it. |
| comes, here it. |
| comes
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| Here it. |
| comes, here it. |
| comes!
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| Fiddle-fee, fiddle-fie, fiddle-foe, fiddle-fum
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| I smell the blood of an English. |
| muffin
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| Huffin and puffin, sellin his soul
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| J-E-L-L-O, y’know?
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| Roll with the squad who makes backflips stack
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| Hits upon disc, so play at your own risk
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| Tisk, tisk, tisk, shoulda used Wisk
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| So now you sit and appeal to the Abyss
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| Insist that your motor’s on scramble
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| Enter the beats and enter the sample
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| Ample flow is created by the years and the peers
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| Of crews and boos, perched on the front stoop
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| Checkin for the bass loop
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| So the troops roll out and the tolls are paid, said and done
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| And here it comes…
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| I said here it comes!
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| Hit it off, kick it off. |
| hit it off, kick it off
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| Hit of off, kick it off. |
| here it — comes!
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| Hit it off. |
| kick it off.
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| Hit it off. |
| here it — comes!
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| Aiyyo dumb shoutouts on the remix tip to my man T-Ray
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| Once again comin up with the fla-VOR!
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| Anton Koschanski, on the drums (word)
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| On the guitar (word) on the two-four (WORD!)
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| With his feet on the floor (WHAT?!)
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| Givin mad shout outs out to my peoples in Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
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| To my peoples in Queens (Queens)
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| To my peoples in the South Bronx (South Bronx)
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| To all my peoples in Brooklyn (Crooklyn)
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| To all my peoples in L.A. (L.A.)
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| To all my peoples in Canada. |
| (Canada)
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| To all my peoples in Europe. |
| (Europe)
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| To all my peoples in Sweden. |
| (Sweden!)
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| To all my peoples in Israel (Is-ra-el)
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| To my peoples on the moon (On the moon?)
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| To all my peoples on the sun (Yo, you’re buggin)
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| To my peoples with the weebles, that don’t fall down, ha ha ha!
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| (You're buggin kid!) Peace!
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| Here it comes, here it comes?
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| Here it comes, here it comes?
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| Here it comes, here it comes?
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| Here it comes, here it comes?
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| I’m in a funky way, I’m in a funky way! |