A-Plus:
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I started writin' rhymes in 1982, I was 8
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My only brother used to let me hear his Too-Short tapes "Beeitch"
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Sugarhill and Spoonie G was with me
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'Bout anything I could I get was non-stop in my cassette
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Or on my phonograph
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But in 94 I gotta hold my laugh in
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I be cappin' on this wave of overnight rappin'
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How dare you defy me, you're tiny
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Writtin' your first raps in 1990
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Ya blimey behind me
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I did so many phuckin' shows for no cash
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Why you wanna dis a player?
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'Cause you're slow and I'm fast
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To blast fast raps through the mass
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To surpass, you an ass
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Why dis a nigga 'cause he makin' his cash
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Tajai:
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Do it like that
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Since I was fresh off the tit my tat
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For word player match rap had nourished
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Straight from back and the present fressin'
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On the irreverent just hatched
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Fledglin' sap peddlin'
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Give me some tracks pal and I'll rap now
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Section of the... populations
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Plus the ones on the idiot box
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Showin' it pays to be a busta, tittes and cocks
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Exposin' we all slows a hustlas glocks samo
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No love for any muthaphucka
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Is that real of fiction?
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Made for TV reels, depictions
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Of the life you're wishin'
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To lead or led before you grab the mic
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Hieroglyphics like 3 to your head
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Ignite to all
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You besta pray you stay on
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[CHORUS:] (3X)
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"You wanna be fresh, We aint tryin' to be fresh,
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We aint never be fresh(dope dope)"
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Opio:
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I used ta envision the mic in my hand
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Rockin' shows, avoidin' the gold diggas
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Had it all planned out
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On a collision course to fail no doubt
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The non-believers said " Them niggas aint makin no clout"
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Now its about pounds and peace signs since we gotta contract
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We tracked through the bullshit
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Adaptin' to rappin' and act
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Sacraficial MC's believe
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Souls of Mischief strap em down to recieve tey blessin'
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Through the chest n' out the back
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Like that, they sly with your title in tact
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Hieroglyphics causin' chain reactions, back den
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Y'all niggas wasn't rhymin' but now its the trend
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Phesto:
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So just blend
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With a mask galvanised
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But my style disguises pseudo MC's
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Plastic over mastic bitin'
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Holdin' your tongues
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While amongst a soul searches
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Sarcastic when you was askin'
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Was we cashin' in
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On all this rappin'
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Inquirin' who wasn't aspirin'
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To be a nothing now desirin'
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Opposition 'cause conspirin'
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Sitched to hip-hop YEAH
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Its funny mo' niggas know me better than ever
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Mo' niggas see me actin' like they don't know me than ever
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I never... waste my time
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To refresh they memmories
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I'm in the breeze, controlin' MC's
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Like machines
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Cybernetic, psychokenetic
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Souls of Mischief sees the mic
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Then we shred it like this
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(Chorus then fade out)
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Fresh Dope Dope
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Souls of Mischief |