We Did It Again

[Verse 1:Gift of Gab] Once upon a time reality was black and white Couldn't fit in with the younger kids and party after nightfall Felt like they was givin' instructions how to handle life While I felt my way through darkness and I didn't have a light-bulb Then I felt a thing something that would ignite all Energy within above my head appeared a light-bulb Soon enough the mic called Soon enough the nightclub Gathered as I rapidly knew I found the right one Slice 'em, dice 'em Rappers falling like some Dominoes But I don't know to me this shit is like fun Got into a love affair and music is my wife done Took me on a journey deeper then the sewage pipes run [?] Fronting like the right gun Timber till the inner forces within me deliver one more nice one Feel how fresh and new it is again Get a glimpse, after this Well we doin' it again [Hook:Danielle Dubious] We did it again Just living in the dream Give it all to make it happen We did it again Still shining till its done But the story has only just begun [Verse 2:Gift of Gab] I can give it to you raw or give it to you fly So eccentric with the penmanship, unlimited supply Intricate with this I spit the gift, a lyric driven guy I've been sentenced to this pen since I was just a little guy In my infant crib, working hard to elevate my penmanship I would order garbage rappers with no talent end with this When it comes to lyricism it begins and ends with this Every time they try to cut us out we send them into bliss This music love affair is infinite My mentalist Not meant to drift away I'm in your home and on your internet All in your head You can't escape, my flow is flowing in So unless it's done we'll take a break and do it again [Hook ] [Verse 3:Gift of Gab] Every time you think we finished then we doin' it again Doin' it to win Blackalicious, who is it but them [?] Losing it with them Rhymes are fusing with music and me lucid with the pen Using rhythm to original and [?] kinda MC And bend your mind again See I'm finna tryin' end The career of rappers who do not identify with them That are getting high up in the sky, and spitting flyer gems It is different, I am him I intent, I invent Violence for you suckas, dying then, die again So you can not rhyme again Silence, violins play And grin, as they enter the grave they lie up in Homie, king or sire wind I ascend, I avenge music Soothing like hymn, I be spewin' like them though It stupid to pretend you be doin like been Doin', Doin' it, We doin' it, We doin' it again [Hook x3]