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