Freshdopedope

A-Plus: 

  I started writin' rhymes in 1982, I was 8 
  My only brother used to let me hear his Too-Short tapes "Beeitch" 
  Sugarhill and Spoonie G was with me 
  'Bout anything I could I get was non-stop in my cassette 
  Or on my phonograph 
  But in 94 I gotta hold my laugh in 
  I be cappin' on this wave of overnight rappin' 
  How dare you defy me, you're tiny 
  Writtin' your first raps in 1990 
  Ya blimey behind me 
  I did so many phuckin' shows for no cash 
  Why you wanna dis a player? 
  'Cause you're slow and I'm fast 
  To blast fast raps through the mass 
  To surpass, you an ass 
  Why dis a nigga 'cause he makin' his cash 

  Tajai: 

  Do it like that 
  Since I was fresh off the tit my tat 
  For word player match rap had nourished 
  Straight from back and the present fressin' 
  On the irreverent just hatched 
  Fledglin' sap peddlin' 
  Give me some tracks pal and I'll rap now 
  Section of the...  populations 
  Plus the ones on the idiot box 
  Showin' it pays to be a busta, tittes and cocks 
  Exposin' we all slows a hustlas glocks samo 
  No love for any muthaphucka 
  Is that real of fiction? 
  Made for TV reels, depictions 
  Of the life you're wishin' 
  To lead or led before you grab the mic 
  Hieroglyphics like 3 to your head 
  Ignite to all 
  You besta pray you stay on 

  (CHORUS:) (3X) 
  "You wanna be fresh, We aint tryin' to be fresh, 
  We aint never be fresh(dope dope)" 

  Opio: 

  I used ta envision the mic in my hand 
  Rockin' shows, avoidin' the gold diggas 
  Had it all planned out 
  On a collision course to fail no doubt 
  The non-believers said " Them niggas aint makin no clout" 
  Now its about pounds and peace signs since we gotta contract 
  We tracked through the bullshit 
  Adaptin' to rappin' and act 
  Sacraficial MC's believe 
  Souls of Mischief strap em down to recieve tey blessin' 
  Through the chest n' out the back 
  Like that, they sly with your title in tact 
  Hieroglyphics causin' chain reactions, back den 
  Y'all niggas wasn't rhymin' but now its the trend 

  Phesto: 

  So just blend 
  With a mask galvanised 
  But my style disguises pseudo MC's 
  Plastic over mastic bitin' 
  Holdin' your tongues 
  While amongst a soul searches 
  Sarcastic when you was askin' 
  Was we cashin' in 
  On all this rappin' 
  Inquirin' who wasn't aspirin' 
  To be a nothing now desirin' 
  Opposition 'cause conspirin' 
  Sitched to hip-hop YEAH 
  Its funny mo' niggas know me better than ever 
  Mo' niggas see me actin' like they don't know me than ever 
  I never...  waste my time 
  To refresh they memmories 
  I'm in the breeze, controlin' MC's 
  Like machines 
  Cybernetic, psychokenetic 
  Souls of Mischief sees the mic 
  Then we shred it like this 

  (Chorus then fade out)