Intro:
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You on point Phife?
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1nce Again Tip
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You on point Phife?
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1nce Again Tip
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You on point Phife?
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1nce Again Tip
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Word
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Watch me bust they shit
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OK
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Chorus:
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[Tammy Lucas]
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Ohhhh, you did it to me 1nce Again my friend
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I swear you do it to me everytime
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Cause you stay crazy on my mind
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Yo you got it goin on (say word), on and on and on
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On and on and on
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Verse One: Phife Dawg, Q-Tip
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This is the year that I come in and just devestate
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My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate?
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My rhymes are harder than last night's erection
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Don't play me close, I'll have this mic up in your rear section
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My shit is lovely simply meaning that my joint is tight
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Amping up the mic making sure production's tight
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Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
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But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
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My name's Malik my hobby's putting MC's to the test
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And if you front I'll put my foot up in your friggin chest
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Freestyle fanatic, and never will it ever stop
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You crew is loose, you might just want to call the cops
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Aiyyo I gotta put some action on paper
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Make sure my verse jump up and spread out like the raper
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The only tip I got for a waiter
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Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda bit me
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That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought
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Now I'm at a level supreme to the devil
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So turn up the bass and lay low on the treble
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We be the real MC's and you dead, bring a shovel
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Revitalize, the vital Tribe nigga, WHAT?
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The ladies sweat the style like the squirrel sweat the nuts
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You know a fellas good for the moola
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Don't smoke no woolas, read the name call me Slick Tip the Ruler
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Chorus
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Verse Two: Q-Tip, Phife
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Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
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Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure points
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But I can break a fella down like sex
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You eat Wheat Chex but still light in the ass and can't flex
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If one nigga front I'ma make more pay
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Cause toniiiiight, we gettin off like O.J.
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And yo I got a Dawg that bites, fuck the barking
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Yo I got a crew with the beats and the smarts and
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I fought my shit up on Linden in the one-nine-two
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Forever writing never biting ain't shit else to do
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Hoping to battle, but most MC's ain't ready yet
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But if they huddle, and word, then this is good as set
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You have MC's dropping bombs that's incredible
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Some of the brothers, their styles are just despicable
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As for me see I just do how I love to do
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Try to deny me of my props then I'll be seeing you
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Most of you suckers wanna be down for the tag along
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The friggin fame, someone tell em that this shit ain't games
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You gots to do this from your heart meaning your inner soul
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And if it's real only then will you be on a roll
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I try to stay on top my game there ain't no time to lose
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Four albums deep as a Quester but still we payin dues
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So hear me out one time, you gots ta be yourself
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Cuz if you ain't yourself you end up by your friggin self
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I'm coming rugged with the Linden Boule type of slang
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And yo we'll see who can hang yo
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You on point Tip?
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Yo 1nce Again Phife
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You on point Tip?
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Yo 1nce Again Phife
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You on point Tip?
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Yo 1nce again Phife
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Aiyyo that kid is hard!
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Chorus
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1nce Again
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| A Tribe Called Quest |
