Once Again - Freestyle Fellowship

First time didn’t I say

Let me

Lem’me lem’me, fucking voice

Like this

What, what, (what), what, (what), what, (what)

Yeah, (yeah dude)

Freestyle Fellowship

Once a god damn 'gain

Ha-ha-ha

Once a god damn 'gain

Hitting you with that jazzy

That jazzy, that jaaazzzzyyy

That jazzy, a peace man won’t you tell em' man

I got the feeling you can’t stop me

We got ya kneeling once again G'

Y’all after biting all our shit an

Y’all wanna front like it ain’t nothing

Pink panty pushers

Push through your veins

Bitch made, plus he said she said

It’s a shame

Back up bugging about my game man

Cause it does something about the lames

1 toungue lashing, now you’re tame

Whoop ass later, but for now take names

Plotting on my gains

Is only stressing you out

The more you strain

The quicker you drown

I got the feeling y’all can’t stop me

We got ya kneeling once again G'

Y’all after biting all our shit an

Y’all wanna front like it ain’t nothing

Once again, ha-ha-ha, once again

This is peace, once again

Thats on the real, once again

If ya having problems getting creases in ya' khaki’s

And finding the right colour pendletons

And choosing the most comfortable chucks

You’re in look

Just lay back on that proper

Let the flush, now hush

Let us meditate

Lets get our body fluids to coagulate

Now break, you are in a deep sleep

When I snap my fingers

You will awake and speak

All your highs and low’s

So we can see which road you choose to stroll

I keep everything under control

Because

I got the feeling y’all can’t stop me

We got ya kneeling once again G'

Y’all after biting all our shit an

Y’all wanna front like it ain’t nothing

Once again, once again, once again

Thanks to od, once again

Aw shit, ay, nobody in od

Ohh

Yes fry in the flesh, fresh

For your market

Quicker to touch mac on the back

If you wanna spark it

You hype motherfuckers

See you might see me causing ruckus on some

Oh, I ain’t never got gaffled

In a rap raffle like that

Damn right

So step the fuck back

Before you get smacked

With a 80 pound sack of gold coins

Fo swing on my groins and not knowing I kept flowing

And fool broke with a note tied around his throat reading

Once again