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
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