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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  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)

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