Fresh Dope Dope

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, youre 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 youre slow and Im 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 Ill 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 youre 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

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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 mcs 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

Yall niggas wasnt rhymin but now its the trend

Phesto:

So just blend

With a mask galvanised

But my style disguises pseudo mcs

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 wasnt 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 dont know me than ever

I never... waste my time

To refresh they memmories

Im in the breeze, controlin mcs

Like machines

Cybernetic, psychokenetic

Souls of mischief sees the mic

Then we shred it like this

(chorus then fade out)