A Tribe Called Quest, Tammy Lucas - 1nce Again lyrics

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

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

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
You crew is loose
You might just want to call the cops

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

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

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 OJ
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
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

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

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