1nce Again

[Intro: Q-Tip & Phife Dawg] You on point, Phife? Once again, Tip You on point, Phife? Once again, Tip You on point, Phife? Once again, Tip Word, watch me bust they shit Okay [Chorus: Tammy Lucas & Q-Tip] Ohhhh, you did it to me once again, my friend I swear you do it to me every time 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 Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on [Verse 1: Phife Dawg] This is the year that I come in and just devastate My style is great, ask your peoples can I dominate? My rhymes are harder than last night's erection Don't play me close, I'll have this mic up in your mid-section My shit is lovely, simply meaning that my joint is tight Amping up the mic, making sure production's tight Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block But by the end of the day, you'll be on my jock My name's Malik, my hobby's putting MCs to the test And if you front, I'll put my foot up in your freaking chest Freestyle fanatic and never will it ever stop Your crew is his', you might just want to call the cops [Verse 2: Q-Tip] Ayy, yo, 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 should've bit me That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought Now I'm 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 Revitalize, the vital Tribe nigga (WHAT?) The ladies sweat the style like the squirrel sweat the nuts You know a fella's good for the moola Don't smoke no woolas, read the name, call me Slick Tip the Ruler [Chorus: Tammy Lucas & Q-Tip] Ohhhh, you did it to me once again, my friend I swear you do it to me every time 'Cause you stay crazy on my mind Yo, you got it goin' on On and on and on On and on and on (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah-yeah [Verse 3: Q-Tip] Yo, I've 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, I'ma make more pay 'Cause tonight, 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— [Verse 4: Phife] I fought my shit up on Linden in the one-nine-two Forever writing, never biting, ain't shit else to do Hoping to battle, but most MCs ain't ready yet But if they utter one word then it's as 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 freaking fame, someone tell 'em that this shit ain't 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 ain't no time to lose Four albums deep as a Quester but still we payin' dues So hear me out one time, you gots to be yourself 'Cause if you ain't yourself, you end up by your freaking self I'm coming rugged with the Linden Boule type of slang And yo, we'll see who can hang, yo [Chorus: Phife Dawg & Q-Tip] You on point, Tip? Yo, once again, Phife You on point, Tip? Yo, once again, Phife You on point, Tip? Yo, once again, Phife Ayy, yo, that kid is niiiiiiiice [Chorus: Tammy Lucas] Ohhhh, you did it to me once again, my friend I swear you do it to me every time, yeahhh 'Cause you stay crazy on my mind, ohhhh Yo, you got it goin' on, ohhhh-ohhhh On and on and on, yeah Oh yeah