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Here N' Now
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Here N' Now was released on January 1, 1993 by RAL (Rush Associated Label) as a part of the album Bacdafucup
January 1, 1993
LabelRAL (Rush Associated Label)
LanguageEnglish
BPM96
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Here n' now I got what you want, so come and get a sip
So I can rip scripts of lyrics, makin' MCs feel it
I'm devious, devistatin', furious, and I can mess you up
Something ludicrous
Ain't nothing you can do to this
Stop the huffin' and puffin', I'm snuffin' **** out
I'm makin' them stiff, and fillin' 'em with lead
Stuffin' bloody, bloody, bloody, blood clot that I am not
Left kids in a stack with the big phat sixteen shot, Duke, listen
Kids is missin' in action and that's not faction, fiction
Eliminate suckers with snub-traction
[Verse 2]
'Cause I gets the chills on a midsummer night, yeah
I could fight or in the winter, I'll make your ass hot like a light
Blub, rub-a-dub, three bodies in a tub
Okay, go get the men with the white gloves
You can call it business, or, um, personal
Onyx is burstin' whoever want to feel the terror
And to all y'all crews, whatever
'Cause the place is here, and the time is now
[Verse 3]
The place is where? Here, the time is when? Now
The place is where? Here, the time is when? Now
The place is where? Here, the time is when? Now
The place is where? Here
[Verse 4]
At night, I kill 'em bloody, I'm a canine
Search and find the dead mindful blast fast
Roughin' 'em up, toughen 'em up as, as it is it, what was a damn murder
Dead as a dog's dick, I drag
A drastic ass kick or bacdafucup the ass kick
Blast with my strychnine rhymes
Crimes is crazy, easy, baby, mess around, get drowned
And have that ass in Baisley
Props is props, unorthodox, so watch
Where we live, we get beat up by the cops
But that can't stop the kids who stole hip hop
Roof to roof top, drop the anchor
Dead, dead on arrival, forget the fame
The game is survival, you know my name
I throw blows in the world of the rap war
Tap jaws of crews, bruise 'em on tour
[Verse 5]
And the place is where? Here, the time is when? Now
The place is where? Here, the time is when? Now
The place is where? Here, the time is when? Now
The place is where? Here, the time is when? Now
[Verse 6]
I've come to suck your blood upon the microphone
Gaze deep into my eyes, I'll make you turn to stone
It'll be the Night of the Walking Dead
If you don't leave me the hell alone
'Cause rap ain't no game, but I'm playin' for keeps
I live in the rotten apple, the city that never sleeps
Stop, you tried to steal my style and got spotted
**** can't get it, 'cause **** ain't got it
Been a bald head since the age of ten
Plus I'm a ruthless crook and I was born in Brooklyn
So a stick up, it's a piece of cake
For the kid with the Sticky Fingaz everything I touch, I take
So don't make me angry, you won't like me when I'm angry
All that frustration starts to change me
Then I scream till my voice gets hoarse
It's time to face the music and the Red Cross
You can fool some of the people some of the time
The beat gets the heart and the words get the mind
I'm livin' proof, there's no hope for mankind
[Verse 7]
The place is where? Here, and now is the time
The place is where? Here, the time is when? Now
The place is where? Here, the time is when? Now
The place is where? Here, the time is when? Now
The place is where? Here, the time is when? Now
[Verse 8]
And now I wanna battle
Word up and this ain't melody, melody
So don't sing it, bring it
The's throw down
Written by: Chylow M. Parker, Fredro Starr, Sticky Fingaz, Tyrone Taylor
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