Fresh Dope Dope Lyrics - Souls Of Mischief

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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, 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 ain't tryin' to be fresh, 

We ain't 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 ain't makin no clout" 

Now it's 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 it's 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)