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"]