Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1nce Again, artist - O.C.. Album song Starchild, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grit
Song language: English
1nce Again |
| Geah… never weak |
| Your future seems bleak |
| Yeah… yeah, check, yo |
| 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 |
| 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 niggas thirstin |
| 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 niggas 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 niggas get a round of applause |