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