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