Текст (слова) песни: O.C. - 1nce Again

 
{*"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" } {"O.C."} 
{"I`m still doin my thang!"} {"Go `head"} 
{"O.C."} {"once again"} {"I`m still doin my thang!"} 
{"O.C."} {"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"} {"O.C."} {"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"} {"O.C."} 
{"My skills ill..."} {"O... O... O... O.C.C."} 
{"My skills ill"} 
 
[ad lib scratching to end]
 

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