Here I Go Again

[Ced Gee] All 1992 flavor... Yo, back in eighty-six it started with a song The lyrics was bugged out, the samples strong Different, innovative, the new school found it A couple of years, I did the "Criminal Minded" LP, with KRS Scott LaRock was dope, rest in peace, God bless Next was Ultra, a classic found I took my time, producin "Critical Beatdown" It was raw, puttin sales, in stores The brothers today, wanna hear it even more Than they did back then, but that was then I didn't get the ends but I had a lot of friends Yo fuck that! Cause I'd rather have the papers Ride in a Lexus, set the record straight the Way it's supposed to be, my production is poetry A lot use my style kid, but that doesn't bother me Now I'ma freakin wreck shop, my shit is the tip-top Conditioned like gold, Ced Gee and I won't stop Breakin ground in the rap game, so here I go Here I go, here I go again [scratched: "Here I go, here I go, here I go again"] [Ced Gee] Let's turn the page, move up to date Gee takes you by surprise, just like fate Our rap got soul, it was astounding I grabbed Tim Dog, produced "Fuck Compton" But I backed off, the brother got greedy So I kicked him in the nose, gave it to the needy In Swahili, I really, saw a hillbilly He came out with a rhyme rap the kid went platinum Got mad airplay, brothers kept clappin To the bank, move these soundtracks It's quite fast, he even did hog rap In ef-fect, a fresh pair of Timberlands But everytime you saw the {?} {?} you know this is a problem Get on the mic king and please start solvin 'em [Verse Three] Yo yo Ced, check it out Rage and hostility fills me I'ma slave to the rhythm, even if it kills me People don't know, how it feels to be sick And tell them suckers bullshit lyrics they kick, I slit your wrists It's danger, and now degrees slappin up foreign MC's A track ain't nothin to rip It's done just like this but not just as quick The madness, when I start to flip Is blowin the joint, my style, my voice Destroys, {?} stalks ya My style of hip-hop is unorthodox As I rock the spot, razzamatazz for your ass Flash past, outlast and surpass Almighty Allah blessed me, so I'm gettin cash Major rappers with posse, suckers can't stop me Okay just say rap was a house see I huff and puff, and blow the house down I'm sound as I, design the sound When I'm in your town, nobody's around Lettin mics smoke like herb (here we go again) [scratched: "Here I go, here I go, here I go again"]