[MC Serch]

Here it comes!  Yo here it is or there it was

But where was it when you need it?  Because

You fall to the waistline when you waste rhymes

Serch got a flow when it comes to fat beats and basslines

I heard the rumors and the fables

Remove them like the tumors on tables

Boomers for the willing and the able

So turn to the next page in your manual

and flim-flam, all over the jam

Chill, lounge - kick your ten little toes up

at the edge of this razor blade and save your spade

As the groove plummets you to another dimension

May I just mention

This is a map, it's for all made for climbin

And you're stuck to your crib like aluminum sidin

Hidin in the back is for crumbs..

And here it comes!



[Chorus]

Here it comes, HERE IT COMES? [x8]



[MC Serch]

B-boy decoys will try to destroy

Deploy the truth in black hoods and black boots

Caps get rocked only when they're fitted

Lyrics get dropped only when they're lifted

So swing to the swell of the vo-chords run amuck

Whatup?  Whatup?  I got mine and you got yours

Paws are backed up with perspire

And someone in the crowd yells, "Fire fire!"

(We don't need no water, let it burn yo, burn yo

 We don't need no water let it burn...) so it burnt

Learn your lesson well, if I don't then I guess you get jelled

Swell, heads go down like the sun..

And here it comes!



[Chorus]



[MC Serch]

Here it.. comes, here it.. comes

Here it.. comes, here it.. comes

Here it.. comes, here it.. comes

Here it.. comes, here it.. comes!



Fiddle-fee, fiddle-fie, fiddle-foe, fiddle-fum

I smell the blood of an English.. muffin

Huffin and puffin, sellin his soul

J-E-L-L-O, y'know?

Roll with the squad who makes backflips stack

Hits upon disc, so play at your own risk

Tisk, tisk, tisk, shoulda used Wisk

So now you sit and appeal to the Abyss

Insist that your motor's on scramble

Enter the beats and enter the sample

Ample flow is created by the years and the peers

of crews and boos, perched on the front stoop

Checkin for the bass loop

So the troops roll out and the tolls are paid, said and done

And here it comes...

I said here it comes!



[Chorus]



Hit it off, kick it off.. hit it off, kick it off

Hit of off, kick it off.. here it - comes!

Hit it off.. kick it off..

Hit it off.. here it - comes!



[MC Serch]

Aiyyo dumb shoutouts on the remix tip to my man T-Ray

Once again comin up with the fla-VOR!

Anton Koschanski, on the drums (word)

On the guitar (word) on the two-four (WORD!)

With his feet on the floor (WHAT?!)

Givin mad shout outs out to my peoples in Brooklyn (Brooklyn)

To my peoples in Queens (Queens)

To my peoples in the South Bronx (South Bronx)

To all my peoples in Brooklyn (Crooklyn)

To all my peoples in L.A. (L.A.)

To all my peoples in Canada.. (Canada)

To all my peoples in Europe.. (Europe)

To all my peoples in Sweden.. (Sweden!)

To all my peoples in Israel (Is-ra-el)

To my peoples on the moon (On the moon?)

To all my peoples on the sun (Yo, you're buggin)

To my peoples with the weebles, that don't fall down, ha ha ha!

(You're buggin kid!) Peace!

Here it comes, here it comes?

Here it comes, here it comes?

Here it comes, here it comes?

Here it comes, here it comes? [fades out..]



I'm in a funky way, I'm in a funky way!

[laughter as song ends]