Wonce Again Long Island

(Once again my friend)

Long Island

Long Island

Long Island

Long Island

Long Island

Long Island

Long Island

Once Again

Once Again

(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 novocaine it made me numb

So numb I wouldn't been able to feel

Niggas 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 allotted

Wait a minute, new video, like a leopard I'm spotted

In a night club chillin' with Khalil 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 knowledge of you, to know you a wack em-crew

(You mean wack emcee)

Nah, a wack em-crew, see you a crew of wack niggas

You should have never tried to test

These words that I Man, with the 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 books, but looks to the sky

Cause Wonder Why's here to save the day

(Are you rockin' the spot?) Yes I be

(showin' them 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' pasta) Posdnous 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 niggas 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 they say they inflict pain

R&B niggas lie to mother, sister, and daughter

To have sex disguised as lovin' in the rain

Their words are more hollow than October 31st

What's worse, is 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 being exposed

So you better take your naked ass and put on some clothes

Yo this be goin out to them kids from East Mass

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, Long Beach

To them girls out in Huntington

Long Island for real

Long Island