Текст песни 1Nce Again

Intro:

You on point phife?
1nce again tip
You on point phife?
1nce again tip
You on point phife?
1nce again tip
Word
Watch me bust they shit
Ok

Chorus:

[tammy lucas]
Ohhhh, you did it to me 1nce again my friend
I swear you do it to me everytime
Cause you stay crazy on my mind
Yo you got it goin on (say word), on and on and on
On and on and on

Verse one: phife dawg, q-tip

This is the year that I come in and just devestate
My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate?
My rhymes are harder than last nights erection
Don't play me close, I'll have this mic up in your rear section
My shit is lovely simply meaning that my joint is tight
Amping up the mic making sure productions tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writers block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My names malik my hobbys putting mcs to the test
And if you front I'll put my foot up in your friggin chest
Freestyle fanatic, and never will it ever stop
You crew is loose, you might just want to call the cops

Aiyyo I gotta put some action on paper
Make sure my verse jump up and spread out like the raper
The only tip I got for a waiter
Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda bit me
That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought
Now Im at a level supreme to the devil
So turn up the bass and lay low on the treble
We be the real mcs and you dead, bring a shovel
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The ladies sweat the style like the squirrel sweat the nuts
You know a fellas good for the moola
Don't smoke no woolas, read the name call me slick tip the ruler

Chorus

Verse two: q-tip, phife

Yo Ive been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes shaitan got me by the pressure points
But I can break a fella down like sex
You eat wheat chex but still light in the ass and can't flex
If one nigga front ima make more pay
Cause toniiiiight, we gettin off like o.j.
And yo I got a dawg that bites, fuck the barking
Yo I got a crew with the beats and the smarts and

I fought my shit up on linden in the one-nine-two
Forever writing never biting aint shit else to do
Hoping to battle, but most mcs aint ready yet
But if they huddle, and word, then this is good as set
You have mcs dropping bombs that's incredible
Some of the brothers, their styles are just despicable
As for me see I just do how I love to do
Try to deny me of my props then I'll be seeing you
Most of you suckers wanna be down for the tag along
The friggin fame, someone tell em that this shit aint games
You gots to do this from your heart meaning your inner soul
And if it's real only then will you be on a roll
I try to stay on top my game there aint no time to lose
Four albums deep as a quester but still we payin dues
So hear me out one time, you gots ta be yourself
Cuz if you aint yourself you end up by your friggin self
Im coming rugged with the linden boule type of slang
And yo well see who can hang yo

You on point tip?
Yo 1nce again phife
You on point tip?
Yo 1nce again phife
You on point tip?
Yo 1nce again phife
Aiyyo that kid is hard!

Chorus