MC Serch - Here It Comes Again Lyrics
[MC Serch]Here it comes!Yo here it is or there it wasBut where was it when you need it?BecauseYou fall to the waistline when you waste rhymesSerch got a flow when it comes to fat beats and basslinesI heard the rumors and the fablesRemove them like the tumors on tablesBoomers for the willing and the ableSo turn to the next page in your manualand flim-flam, all over the jamChill, lounge - kick your ten little toes upat the edge of this razor blade and save your spadeAs the groove plummets you to another dimensionMay I just mentionThis is a map, it's for all made for climbinAnd you're stuck to your crib like aluminum sidinHidin in the back is for crumbs..And here it comes![Chorus]Here it comes, HERE IT COMES? (repeat 8X)[MC Serch]B-boy decoys will try to destroyDeploy the truth in black hoods and black bootsCaps get rocked only when they're fittedLyrics get dropped only when they're liftedSo swing to the swell of the vo-chords run amuckWhatup?Whatup?I got mine and you got yoursPaws are backed up with perspireAnd someone in the crowd yells, "Fire fire!"(We don't need no water, let it burn yo, burn yo We don't need no water let it burn...) so it burntLearn your lesson well, if I don't then I guess you get jelledSwell, heads go down like the sun..And here it comes![Chorus][MC Serch]Here it.. comes, here it.. comesHere it.. comes, here it.. comesHere it.. comes, here it.. comesHere it.. comes, here it.. comes!Fiddle-fee, fiddle-fie, fiddle-foe, fiddle-fumI smell the blood of an English.. muffinHuffin and puffin, sellin his soulJ-E-L-L-O, y'know?Roll with the squad who makes backflips stackHits upon disc, so play at your own riskTisk, tisk, tisk, shoulda used WiskSo now you sit and appeal to the AbyssInsist that your motor's on scrambleEnter the beats and enter the sampleAmple flow is created by the years and the peersof crews and boos, perched on the front stoopCheckin for the bass loopSo the troops roll out and the tolls are paid, said and doneAnd here it comes...I said here it comes![Chorus]Hit it off, kick it off.. hit it off, kick it offHit of off, kick it off.. here it - comes!Hit it off.. kick it off..Hit it off.. here it - comes![MC Serch]Aiyyo dumb shoutouts on the remix tip to my man T-RayOnce again comin up with the fla-VOR!Anton Koschanski, on the drums (word)On the guitar (word) on the two-four (WORD!)With his feet on the floor (WHAT?!)Givin mad shout outs out to my peoples in Brooklyn (Brooklyn)To my peoples in Queens (Queens)To my peoples in the South Bronx (South Bronx)To all my peoples in Brooklyn (Crooklyn)To all my peoples in L.A. (L.A.)To all my peoples in Canada.. (Canada)To all my peoples in Europe.. (Europe)To all my peoples in Sweden.. (Sweden!)To all my peoples in Israel (Is-ra-el)To my peoples on the moon (On the moon?)To all my peoples on the sun (Yo, you're buggin)To my peoples with the weebles, that don't fall down, ha ha ha!(You're buggin kid!) Peace!Here it comes, here it comes?Here it comes, here it comes?Here it comes, here it comes?Here it comes, here it comes? {*fades out..*I'm in a funky way, I'm in a funky way!{*laughter as song ends*
