Freshdopedope Lyrics
| Song | Freshdopedope |
| Artist | Souls of Mischief |
| Album | No Man's Land |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| 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) |
| zuo ci : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| APlus: | |
| I started writin' rhymes in 1982, I was 8 | |
| My only brother used to let me hear his TooShort tapes " Beeitch" | |
| Sugarhill and Spoonie G was with me | |
| ' Bout anything I could I get was nonstop 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 nonbelievers 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 hiphop 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 |
| zuò cí : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| APlus: | |
| I started writin' rhymes in 1982, I was 8 | |
| My only brother used to let me hear his TooShort tapes " Beeitch" | |
| Sugarhill and Spoonie G was with me | |
| ' Bout anything I could I get was nonstop 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 nonbelievers 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 hiphop 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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