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Souls of Mischief Fresh Dope Dope Here are the song lyrics for Fresh Dope Dope by Souls of Mischief. For more excellent Souls of Mischief lyrics, run a search! 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)
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