Rhymefest - Do It Again lyrics

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Rhymefest - Do It Again lyrics

[Sample]: "Do it again" [Verse One]: Let me tell you about the story of mine 80 Grand my advance, put my name on the line I was young and hot, I was ready for a spot Next Kanye and Common, 'Fest and Mark Ronson Press was respondin' Critically acclaimed, he like a mix between street and conscious With humor, charisma, fresh for the listeners We dropped Brand New then gave it to the mixers Some played it, some of y'all didn't Give it to B.E.T., they ain't did nothin' with it Went up to MTV, they said, "Dawg it ain't hittin'" Went back up to the label they said, "Fest you bullsh**tin'" Even though I had a hot a** album?! A lot of y'all didn't know nothin' about him No tears cause it's clear, what they fear in the mirror Man Mark disappeared, now I'm all that's left here Man fu*k IT This is life and I live it so I love it If I fall I get up, dust it off and keep truckin' I ain't mad at nobody, I don't blame y'all for nothin' The other day Clive called he's goin' open the budget [Chorus]: And I'mma do it again I'mma do it again I ain't holdin' nothin' back I'mma do it again I'mma "do it again" I'mma "do it again" I'mma "do it again" And I ain't scared of nobody, I'mma do it again Get ready for El Che, we gon' do it again I'mma "do it again" I'mma "do it again" I'mma "do it again" [Verse Two]: It was A Tribe Called Quest tour, the time of my life The whole crew was there, Q-Tip, Jarobi and Phife We was rippin' it every night Givin' fans they fill But the only feeling I had, this can't be real Imagine, on the road with a group you grew up with They got your back and even tryin' to help you blow up quick I know God is real cause he answered my prayers One reviewer even said my show was better than theirs I called my mom and told her about it We might even get some extra paid shows up out it I might even start actin' and get some roles up out it Loud as hell at the airport, I was bold about it To my surprise, the next day on the phone Q-Tip was mad as hell sayin' I had to go home He accused me of dissin' him Said I shouldn't mention him When I was at the airport his guy was listenin' Right behind me, grimy, the drama It didn't even matter I was talkin' to my momma The only thing I could do was just throw up my hands Apologize and ask Tip for a chance C'mon man [Chorus]: Let me do it again Let me do it again Let me out on the stage, I'll do it again I'mma "do it again" I'mma "do it again" I'mma "do it again" Look, and I don't care what they say, I'mma do it again Get ready for El Che, he gon' do it again I'mma "do it again" I'mma "do it again" I'mma "do it again"

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