1nce Again — текст песни (O.C.)

{*I`m still doin my thang! - Lil` Fame*} {*Go `head - Danze*}
{*Once again the man`s back - Big L*} {*O.C.*}
{I`m still doin my thang!} {Go `head}
{And once again the man`s back }
{I`m still doin my thang!} {Go `head}
{once again} {I`m still doin my thang!}
{I`m still doin my.. my.. my.. my.. my..}

[O.C. - over scratches]
Geah... never weak
Your future seems bleak
Yeah... yeah, check, yo

[O.C.]
The meak, the weak listen when the God speak
Deep control like The Pelican Brief
Deadlift minds they wanna know what foe, who a foe
Mathematics, O back at it
Most def, mo` pep in my step, doze slept
Now awoke I`m like smellin salts under your nose
I revive `em, guide `em, teach `em, won`t deny `em
Many not built like I am
Flow with remarkable timin, run laps around beats
Break records, reps double checkin
Like Ra said it`s sportable, microphones portable
For any immortal man source is not affordable
Quote the ledger like 9/11 be forever in your mind embedded
Leave it to me, I`ll set it

[Chorus]
{*My skills ill, and all of that above*} {*rap technician, man listen*}
{My skills ill, and all of that above} {rap technician}
{My skills ill, and all of that above}
{*There`s no doubt you`re gonna pump this in your system*}

[O.C.]
Yo, new thug anthem, this shit amped
in a way that a monkey react seein a panther
Roy Jones of rap, others can`t stand it
Deliver K.O.`s with both hands do damage
Dome all swoll, I`ll deflate it
Product of my old earth, if I don`t agree I debate it
Opinions like assholes, we all got `em
The infrared got `em, O keep heads noddin
Lyrics like shotguns scatter buckshots
Once upon a time, occupied a dust spot
West coast call it sherm, East coast say embalmin fluid
This is menage-a music, whoa
Speakin in third person, one man version
Orchestrate thoughts like Gershwin
Still got fans on deck, still got die-hard niggaz thirstin

[Chorus]

{*Ain`t I fly? O.C.*}

[O.C.]
My roots run deep through NY, truck through hoods like a semi
Do it cause I can`t owe the man
Know your place, all I got is my word and namesake
Patient under God, walk around town megahard like
.. ain`t no thang, never ran never will
Mouth crooked, aura straight Brooklyn
Raised in the bosom of God, please forgive me for my sins
One love to my niggaz behind bars
He`s so nice, I heard it before
Bring your best rap dudes, bet I murder `em all
Neglect the fact I ain`t got plaques on the wall
Play a big part for you and your crew`s downfall
Flow, cocked and ready to bust and blast off
This here lead dye shed pounds off balls
Tough talkin niggaz get a round of applause

{*Bump this in your system*}
{skills ill, and all of that above}
{My skills ill...} {O... O... O... O.C.C.}
{My skills ill}

[ad lib scratching to end]