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)
