Song | Wonce Again Long Island |
Artist | De La Soul |
Album | Stakes Is High |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mason V., Posdnuos ... | |
(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 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 minite, new video, like a leopard i'm spotted | |
In a night club chillin with kamaal 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 knowlegde of you, to know you a wack em-crew | |
(you mean wack emcee) nah, a wack em-crew, see you a crew of wack niggaz | |
You should have never tried to test | |
These words that i man, with the eye/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 boooks, 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 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 pos-da!) posdanos 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 niggaz 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 to say they inflict pain | |
R&b niggaz lie to mother, sister, and 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 | |
And use the tits and ass like a crutch | |
Man the underground's about not bein exposed | |
So you better take you naked ass and put on some clothes | |
Man this be goin out to the kids from east smash (long island) | |
Amityville (long island) | |
To all my people out in whinedance, bayshore (long island) | |
C.i.'s in the place (long island) | |
Brinkwood, hempstead, all my (long island) | |
Brothers out in roosevelt, freeport (long island) | |
Uniondale to long beach (long island) | |
To them girls out in huntington (long island) | |
Long island for real (long island) |
zuo ci : Mason V., Posdnuos ... | |
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 oneseven, sixtynine | |
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 minite, new video, like a leopard i' m spotted | |
In a night club chillin with kamaal 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 knowlegde of you, to know you a wack emcrew | |
you mean wack emcee nah, a wack emcrew, see you a crew of wack niggaz | |
You should have never tried to test | |
These words that i man, with the eye i to fest | |
While you sayin one thing really meaning the next | |
You' re just a contradick, your mind' s been tampered with | |
Like some holy boooks, 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 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 posda! posdanos 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 niggaz 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 to say they inflict pain | |
R b niggaz lie to mother, sister, and 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 | |
And use the tits and ass like a crutch | |
Man the underground' s about not bein exposed | |
So you better take you naked ass and put on some clothes | |
Man this be goin out to the kids from east smash long island | |
Amityville long island | |
To all my people out in whinedance, bayshore long island | |
C. i.' s in the place long island | |
Brinkwood, hempstead, all my long island | |
Brothers out in roosevelt, freeport long island | |
Uniondale to long beach long island | |
To them girls out in huntington long island | |
Long island for real long island |
zuò cí : Mason V., Posdnuos ... | |
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 oneseven, sixtynine | |
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 minite, new video, like a leopard i' m spotted | |
In a night club chillin with kamaal 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 knowlegde of you, to know you a wack emcrew | |
you mean wack emcee nah, a wack emcrew, see you a crew of wack niggaz | |
You should have never tried to test | |
These words that i man, with the eye i to fest | |
While you sayin one thing really meaning the next | |
You' re just a contradick, your mind' s been tampered with | |
Like some holy boooks, 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 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 posda! posdanos 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 niggaz 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 to say they inflict pain | |
R b niggaz lie to mother, sister, and 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 | |
And use the tits and ass like a crutch | |
Man the underground' s about not bein exposed | |
So you better take you naked ass and put on some clothes | |
Man this be goin out to the kids from east smash long island | |
Amityville long island | |
To all my people out in whinedance, bayshore long island | |
C. i.' s in the place long island | |
Brinkwood, hempstead, all my long island | |
Brothers out in roosevelt, freeport long island | |
Uniondale to long beach long island | |
To them girls out in huntington long island | |
Long island for real long island |