- Votes:
- Composers:
- David Jolicoeur
- Vincent Mason
- Kelvin Mercer
- Donald Davis
- Homer Banks
- Bettye Jean Crutcher
- Raymond Earl Jackson
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- 80s rap
- great hip hop
- lbc
 
- See also:
De La Soul - Wonce Again Long Island lyrics
Wonce again, my friends, Long Island
 Long Island, Long Island
 Long Island, wonce again Long Island
 Long Island, Long Island
 Wonce again, wonce again Long Island
 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 1, 7, 69
 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 minute, new video, like a leopard, I'm spotted
 Up in a night club chillin' with Kamaal an' Phife
 I be that farmer cultivatin', ownin' acres of mics
 An' 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 wannabes
 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 mellowDe La Soul - Wonce Again Long Island - http://motolyrics.com/de-la-soul/wonce-again-long-island-lyrics.html
 'Cause my stealth show more than knowledge of self
 I got knowledge of you, to know you a whack em-crew
 You mean whack emcee, nah, a whack em-crew
 See you a crew of whack niggaz
 You should have never tried to test
 These words that I, man, with the I to fest
 While you sayin' one thing, really meanin' the next
 You're just a contra-dick, your mind's been tampered with
 Like some holy books, 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' them towed from the lot? Yes, I be
 'Cause ultimately, I'm lettin' all MCs know
 That what's the name of this crew?
 De La, De La
 Well alright an' what be the dish we servin'?
 We servin' posda, Posdanos help the next get loose
 Like an alcohol scenario, rap be on the rocks
 Authenticity's 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 an' son for fun to say they inflict pain
 R n' B niggaz lie to mother, sister an' 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
 An' use the tits an' ass like a crutch
 Man, the underground's about not bein' exposed
 So you better take you naked ass an' put on some clothes
 Yo, this be goin' out to them kids from East Smash
 Amityville, to all my people out in Wyandanch, Bayshore
 C.I.'s in the place, Brentwood, Hempstead
 All my brothers out in Roosevelt, Freeport Uniondale to Long Beach
 To them girls out in Huntington, Long Island prevail














