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letra de here comes another one - andy cooper

[hook: 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-

[verse 1: andy cooper]
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 b-ss loop and a beat i could chop, jazz-stastic
whatever the cat traffics, fast with a cl-ssic
unsurp-ssed 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 t-tle i wrote
i’m an unlikely -ss-ssin, 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…

[hook: andy cooper]
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

[interlude]
set ’em blabbermouf

[verse 2: 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 sk!lls 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

- andy cooper

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