[Intro: A-Plus]
You don't have to worry any longer

[Verse 1: A-Plus]
Yo wait a damn, minute
Listen to the way the man spit it
Even with improper diction I split men and get ends
I'm lettin' suckas know, I'm finna buck a bro
The nigga figure he can dust a professional
I test a fool, I gets a tool
And beat him wit it
He didn't see me wit it
And this is what I'ma do
Tie the crime to you
Niggas need to find a new rhyme to do
I remember when I used to grind a few
Indo sacks at my wack Senior High School
But I told the Dean 'Bye fool', I graduated
He was a man I hated, and I'm glad I made it
Hiero, I know, ou know
Fools know, that my crew's so
Phat, and niggas try to jack
Then I know they got my back
A-Plus must bust the wack

[Verse 2: Casual]
I'm fed up with the wackness and this weak shit
So peep the style and learn how to freak shit
I hope ya learn how to cope
By the time you peep this shit here I'll be three times doper
Yeah, this is for the trendy G's
To ya bitches, and high school enemies
All the hoes
Would shoot me to the left and shit
'Cause my financial state was on deficit
But I really didn't trip
Now I'm living phatter, and them niggas don't matter
A lotta rappers try frontin' on me
But they ain't got nuttin' on me
And ain't no way that buck can harm me
I turn the mouths of MCs into molecules
Niggas locked onto me like my follicles
I swallow fools with no regurgitation
We hurt ya face, men
When ya placed in my path

[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
I bust asses, ya slow like molasses
As this continues then you know the fastest
Computing, looting, I gets the root of things
Bitches with problems, I leave ya jaw numb
I slap hoes, my rap flows along
With the flow of the song as I flow on the bong
I use Jedi mind tricks to find tricks
Bind tricks, tie them up, then I try and fuck, then they die
And what do I care?
I dare hoes and prepare flows cause I never spare those lives
Who strives with knives & slice
I paralyze ya twice with fear
Del is nice to your ears

[Verse 4: Snupe]
Not the hardest, artists going far
Jack off on Jupiter because I'm shooting for the stars
I'm a mack, never come wack
Gimme a 30-second snippet, I'll rip it because the shit gets deeper
Creep ya ass as the floor rocks
We got the beat hittin' hard like four cops
Shorts out my last record, I write my rhymes naked
Let me give you a tip: I'm on the balls so just expect it
My rep gets phatter thinkin' about those kids
They tried to step and got fucked like they momma did
By the Mr. Mostskill, I did ya ho, still
She's askin' for waxin' 'cause she heard a ho squeal
Hoes I'm, getting more plays than Showtime
The demon got ya screamin' with no shine
No time for regular run of the mill
I'm packin' with steel boy soldiers
Never No More, the Souls told ya