Here It Comes Again

[Mc Serch] Here it comes! Yo here it is or there it was But where was it when you need it? Because You fall to the waistline when you waste rhymes Serch got a flow when it comes to fat beats and basslines I heard the rumors and the fables Remove them like the tumors on tables Boomers for the willing and the able So turn to the next page in your manual And flim-flam, all over the jam Chill, lounge - kick your ten little toes up At the edge of this razor blade and save your spade As the groove plummets you to another dimension May I just mention This is a map, it's for all made for climbin And you're stuck to your crib like aluminum sidin Hidin 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 destroy Deploy the truth in black hoods and black boots Caps get rocked only when they're fitted Lyrics get dropped only when they're lifted So swing to the swell of the vo-chords run amuck Whatup? Whatup? I got mine and you got yours Paws are backed up with perspire And 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 burnt Learn your lesson well, if I don't then I guess you get jelled Swell, heads go down like the sun.. And here it comes! [Chorus:] [Mc Serch] Here it.. Comes, here it.. Comes Here it.. Comes, here it.. Comes Here it.. Comes, here it.. Comes Here it.. Comes, here it.. Comes! Fiddle-fee, fiddle-fie, fiddle-foe, fiddle-fum I smell the blood of an English.. Muffin Huffin and puffin, sellin his soul J-E-L-L-O, y'know? Roll with the squad who makes backflips stack Hits upon disc, so play at your own risk Tisk, tisk, tisk, shoulda used Wisk So now you sit and appeal to the Abyss Insist that your motor's on scramble Enter the beats and enter the sample Ample flow is created by the years and the peers Of crews and boos, perched on the front stoop Checkin for the bass loop So the troops roll out and the tolls are paid, said and done And here it comes... I said here it comes! [Chorus:] Hit it off, kick it off.. Hit it off, kick it off Hit 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-Ray Once 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*