De La Soul

De La Soul - Wonce Again Long Island lyrics

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(What the hell do you wanna be when you grow up?)
 I wanna be a supa emcee
 (Well you're already that) so let me step up to bat
 Attack a hit to go beyond this age of rap counterfeits
 Out of the heavens August one seven  sixty nine
 Born I  wonder why with the thoughts to rhyme
 Til there was no longer thoughts to dream
 When an unpolished demo led to limos at the age of eighteen
 Accompanied by the screams, Plug One
 Shot up with fame like novacaine it made me numb
 So numb I wouldn't been able to feel
 Niggaz diggin in my pockets for my currency reels
 But still, I make girls brown eyes blue at will (until)
 my ass was no longer mass appeal
 Oh shit, I guess that was all the fame I was alloted
 Wait a minite, new video, like a leopard I'm spotted
 in a night club chillin with Kamaal and Phife
 I be that farmer cultivating owning acres of mics
 And I likes to make it known Strong Island stylin
 for a while, so do that dance
 (Are you rockin the spot?) Yes I be
 (Showin others they do not?) Yes I be
 (Havin then towed from the lot?) Yes I be
 That's my job as a supa emcee, I'm from Long Isle
 Mobile, make it worth your while
 If the jam needs motion I'm the one to dial
 (Goin beyond ninety watts) Yes I be
 (Well are you rockin it?) Yes, yes I be (rockin it!)
 I can stress the makin of loot to feed the fam
 While the voices impersonate the true who I am
 Buzzin in my ear, oh you one of those wannabees
 Always buzzin in my ear you down with supa emcees
 Steppin to me with your pleas that you gots, butter rhymes
 Man the only thing butter bout you is your spine
 mad yellow, you can't rock the Mardi Gras, my mellow
 Cause my stealth show more than knowledge of self
 I got knowlegde of you, to know you a wack em-crew
 (You mean wack emcee) Nah, a wack em-crew, see you a crew of wack
 niggaz
 You should have never tried to test
 These words that I Man, with the eye/I to Fest
 While you sayin one thing really meaning the next
 You're just a contra-DICK, your mind's been tampered WITH
 Like some holy boooks, but looks to the sky
 Cause Wonder Why's here to save the day
 (Are you rockin the spot?) Yes I be
 (showin others they do not?) Yes I be
 (Havin then towed from the lot) Yes I be
 Cause ultimately, I'm lettin all MC's know that
 what's the name of this crew? (De La, De La)
 Well alright, and what be the dish we servin?
 (We servin pos-da!) Posdanos help the next get loose
 Like an alcohol scenario rap be on the rocks
 Authenticity that missin fee to pay to join the flock of MC
 These niggaz stand lower than knees
 Dramatized in they eyes as the ones to please
 When rap kids apply violent pressure to father, brother and son
 for fun to say they inflict pain
 R&B niggaz lie to mother, sister, and daughter
 to have sex disguised as lovin in the rain
 Their words are more hallow than October 31st
 what's worse, hate to see the females
 switch to sexual mentality, it doesn't match with they given anatomy
 Man they rather be hoes like that male emcee
 Who walk around like they got nuts
 And use the tits and ass like a crutch
 Man the underground's about not bein exposed
 So you better take you naked ass and put on some clothes
 man this be goin out to the kids from east smash (long island)
 amityville (long island)
 to all my people out in whinedance, bayshore (long island)
 C.I.'s in the place (long island)
 brinkwood, hempstead, all my (long island)
 brothers out in roosevelt, freeport (long island)
 uniondale to long beach (long island)
 to them girls out in huntington (long island)
 long island for real (long island
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Author: ?

Composer: Dave Jolicoeur, Maseo, Posdnuos

Publisher: Rhino Records (2)

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Released in: 2012

Language: English

Appearing on: Stakes Is High (1996)

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