Wonce Again Long Island De La Soul

[Intro]
Once again, my friend
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

[Verse 1: Posdnuos]
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 Khaliyl 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