Here Comes Another One - Andy Cooper

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 got a cool bass loop and a beat I could chop, jazz-stastic

Whatever the cat traffics, fast with a classic

Unsurpassed tactics, I spit rhyme more sick than strychnine

And swing into a rhythm like I’m griping a zip-line

Ducking and diving, pumping with tight timing

Bump and collide, flying an uppercut to the eyelid

Relentless, intense like a tempest

Just one sentence dents your five senses

Taking aim with every title I wrote

I’m an unlikely assassin, eyeing the scope

And I’ll hold a live mic like a knife at your throat

Why’d you provoke?

Now you’re begging and crying but nope

I’m not crude or awful, rude or hostile

But on stage fire shoots through my nostrils

I burn putting on a show for the crowd

You’re 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 another, try to keep up with the pace

But the lyrics I try to understand the way I’m flowing

Lyrics, I cover them up, bust 'em up

Rhythm and inspiration are crying for my travels and such

I got another more types of lyrical ganja in matter guess what

I came back and never do I won and then some

So I grab the mic and spit it, keep my skills up

Even though people only see the result and don’t see your input

So what up, Andy Cooper, let us blast the joint

Touched the ground with my business when I blast my voice

Through the sound system, giving 'em sick fulfilments, of course

I gotta tell you sound like Andy Moor (it's hardcore!)

Don’t be spending since I crashed the goal

In '87 in the villa my verbal regiment making rappers

So stepping in the gap oh sure perfection is Blabbermouf

'Cause they know that rap is a sport of contact

And it ain’t nuthin' than that so they jet in, jet in

Now I’m making 'em wanna my lyrical talk and the type of a beat

Slashing your pumps 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