Songtext Fresh dope dope von Souls Of Mischief

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Fresh dope dope

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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

[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 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)

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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

[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 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)