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    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
    Revitalize, the vital tribe nigga, what?
    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

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