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
