paroles de chanson Here Comes Another One (feat. BlabberMouf) - Andy Cooper , Blabbermouf

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-

It was '75 when I crashed the globe
Looking for the light out on the Damascus road
So I put two feet down on a rock
And a got a cool bass stew and a feed at the chow, jazz-stastic
Whatever the cat traffics, fast with a classic
Unsurpassed [?], I spit bomb, more sick than strychnine
And swing you to the rhythm like a grip in a zip-line
Ducking the [?], uppercut to the eyelid
Relentless, he tears like a [?]
Just one cent [?] five senses
Take it in with every [?]
I'm an unlikely assassin, eyeing the scope
And I hold a lot like like a knife at your throat
Watch and provoke, now you thinking of crying [?]
I'm not crude or awful, rude or hostile
But on stage [?] shoots through my nostrils
I'm burned with [?] show for the crowd
You on the ropes now, better throw in a 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
Bringing those high powered punches from my lung

Set 'em BlabberMouf

Here comes another one and another one
I flow, I'mma give it an [?], try to keep up with the pace
[?] try to understand the way I'm flowing
Lyrics, I [?] them up, bust 'em up
Rhythm and inspiration [?] for my travels and such
I am back and never [?] I won and then some
So I grab the mic and spit it, keep my skills up
Even though people only see the [?] and don't see your [?]
So what up, Andy Cooper, let us blast the joint
[?] in my business when I blast my voice
Through the sound system, giving 'em sick [?], of course
I gotta tell you [?] sound like Andy Moor (it's hardcore!)
In '87 in the villa my verbal regiment [?] rappers
So stepping in the [?] perfection is [?]
'Cause they know that rap is a sport of contact
[?] jet in, jet in
Now I'm making 'em [?]
Slashing your [?] so we keeping it one hundred
While I bless the mic and stand high no one can take it from me
No one can 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
Bringing those high powered punches from my lung