Freshdopedope

Yeah Souls of Mischief in the house Hieroglyphics turn it out Do it like this Knowmsayin Uh We just came out, you know But we been doin this for a while But I ain't really trippin, I ain't, you know... Man [ VERSE 1: A-Plus ] I started writin rhymes in 1982, I was 8 My older brother used to let me hear his Too $hort tapes (Biatch) 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 9-4 I gotta hold my laugh In, I be cappin At this wave of overnight rappin How dare you defy me, you're tiny Writin your first raps in 1990 You're blindly behind me I did so many fucked up shows for no cash Why you wanna diss a player? Cause you slow and I'm fast Blast fast raps through the mass To surpass, movin ass Why diss a nigga cause he makin his cash? [ VERSE 2: Tajai ] Do it like that Since I was fresh off the tit my tact For wordplay unmatched Rappin nerd straight from back In the present pressin Only irreverent, just hatched Fledgling sack-peddlin Give me some tracks pal, I rap now Section of the population Plus the ones on the idiot box Showin it pays to be a buster, tittes and cocks Expose we all some hoes or hustlers Glocks ammo, no love for any other motherfucker Is that real or 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 best to pray you stay raw [ Hook 2x ] You wanna be (Fresh) (Dope) Tryina be (Fresh) (Dope) Never be (Fresh) (Do-do-dope) Never gon' be [ VERSE 3: Opio ] I used to envision the mic in my hand Rockin shows, avoidin the gold diggers Had it all planned out On a collision course to fail, no doubt The non-believers shout: Them niggas ain't makin no mail Now it's about pounds and peace signs Since we got a contract We track through that bullshit Adapted to rap and act Sacrificial MC's believe Souls of Mischief strap 'em down to receive They blessin Through the chest and out the back Like that, then slide with your title intact Hieroglyphics caused a chain reaction back then Y'all niggas wasn't rhymin but now it's the trend [ VERSE 4: Phesto ] So just blend With the mask galvanized But my style disguise you pseudo MC's Plastic over mastic bitin Molding yo tongues While amongst the Soul searchers sarcastic When you was askin was we cashin In on all this rappin, inquirin You wasn't aspirin to bein nothin Now desirin, opposition co-conspirin Switched to hip-hop, yeah It's funny mo' niggas know me better than ever More niggas see me actin like they don't know me than ever I never waste my time Tryina refresh they memories I'm in the breeze, controllin MC's Like machines cybernetic, psychokinetic Souls of Mischief seize the mic and shred it Like this [ Hook 2x ]