Here Comes Another One (feat. BlabberMouf)

(Rhythm is my business)

Ooh, look out, here comes another one

Ooh, look out, here comes another one

Ooh, look out, here comes another one

Ooh, look out, here comes another one

It was '75 when I crashed the globe

Lookin' for the light out on the Damascus road

So I put two feet down on a rock

And got a cool bass loop and a beat I could chop

Jazz-tastic

Whatever the cat traffics

Fast with a classic unsurpassed tactics

I spit rhyme ore sick than strychnine

And swing into a rhythm like I'm grippin' a zip line

Duckin' and divin' pumpin' with tight timin'

Bump and collide, flyin' an uppercut to the eyelid

Relentless, intense like a tempest

Just one sentence dents your five senses

Takin' aim with every title I wrote

I'm an unlikely assassin eyein' the scope

And I'll hold a live mic like a knife at your throat

Why'd you provoke?

Now you're beggin' and cryin' but nope

I'm not crude or awful, rude or hostile

But on stage fire shoots through my nostrils

I burn puttin' a show for the crowd

You're on the ropes now

Better throw in the towel or

Ooh, look out, here comes another one

Ooh, look out, here comes another one

Ooh, look out, here comes another one

We gotta hit 'em hard, let 'em know who's number one

Ooh, look out, here comes another one

Ooh, look out, here comes another one

Ooh, look out, here comes another one

Bringin' those high powered punches from my lung

Set 'em BlabberMouf

Here comes another one and another one

I flow, I'ma give it another, try to keep up with the pace

But the lyrics I try to understand the way I'm flowin'

Lyrics, I cover them up, bust 'em up

Rhythm and inspiration are cryin' for my travels and such

I got another more types of lyrical ganja in matter, guess what?

I came back and never do

I won and then some

So I grab the mic and spit it

Keep my skills up

Even though people only see the result and don't see your input

So what up, Andy Cooper, let us blast the joint

Touched the ground with my business when I blast my voice

Through the sound system

Givin' 'em sick fulfillments of course

I gotta tell you it's the thistle that'll sound like Andy Moor

(It's hardcore)

Don't be spendin' stacks and get done

Nikes for sale like sale since I crashed the goal

In '87 in the villa, my verbal regiment makin' rappers

So steppin' in the gap, oh, sure, perfection is where I'm at

'Cause they know that rap is a sport of contact

And it ain't nothin' than that so they jet in, jet in

Now I'm makin' 'em wanna my lyrical talk

And the type of a beat that freaky, that funk

And you fall over dumb at the sound of my beat

Before somebody pick it and heat it up

Slashin' your pump, so we keepin' it one hundred

While I bless the mic and stand high

No one can take it from me

No one cant take it from me

No one can take it from me

While I bless the mic and stand high

No one can take it from me

Ooh, look out, here comes another one

Ooh, look out, here comes another one

Ooh, look out, here comes another one

We gotta hit 'em hard, let 'em know who's number one

Ooh, look out, here comes another one

Ooh, look out, here comes another one

Ooh, look out, here comes another one

Bringin' those high powered punches from my lung

And BlabberMouf

Kill 'em again

Just like that

Like that buck

Here comes another one

(I'm on)

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