Wonce Again Long Island Lyrics - Stakes Is High - De La Soul

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 

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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 

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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 mellow 

'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