Ultramagnetic MC’s - Here I Go Again lyrics
[Ultramagnetic MC’s - Here I Go Again lyrics]
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
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 every time you saw the chump
You know this is a problem
Get on the mic king and please
Start solvin 'em
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)
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
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 every time you saw the chump
You know this is a problem
Get on the mic king and please
Start solvin 'em
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)