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 night`s 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 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 MC`s 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 I`m at a level supreme to the devil   So turn up the bass and lay low on the treble   We be the real MC`s 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 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 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 ain`t shit else to do   Hoping to battle, but most MC`s ain`t ready yet   But if they huddle, and word, then this is good as set   You have MC`s 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 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 ta be yourself   Cuz if you ain`t yourself you end up by your friggin 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 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