A-Plus:
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You don't have to worry any longer. . .
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Yo wait a damn, minute
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listen to the way the man spin it
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even with improper diction
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I split in & gets ends
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I'm lettin' suckas know
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I'm fin ta buck a bro
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the nigga figga he can dust a pro-
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fessional, I test a fool
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I get a tool
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and beat him wit it
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he didn't see me wit it
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and this is what I'ma do
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tie the crime to you
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niggas need to find a new rhyme to do
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I remember when I used to grind a few
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indo sacks at my wack Sr. High School
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but I told the Dean 'Bye fool.'
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I graduated
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he was a man I hated
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and I'm glad I made it
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Hie-ro
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I know
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you know
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fools know, that my crew's so
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phat, and niggas try to jack
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then I know they got my back
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A-Plus must bust the wack.
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Casual:
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I'm fed up with the wackness and this weak shit
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so peep the style and learn how to freak shit
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I hope, ya, learn how ta cope
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by the time you peep this shit here,
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I'll be three times doper
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yeah, this is for the trendy G's
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to ya bitches, & High School enemies
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all the hoes
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shoot me to the left & shit
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cause my financial state was on defecit
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but I,
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really didn't trip
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now I'm livin' phatter
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and then niggas don't matter
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a lot a rappers try frontin' on me
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bet they aint got nuttin' on me
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and aint no way that buck can harm me
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I turn the mouths of MCs into molecules
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niggas locked onto me like my follicles
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I swallow fools with no regurgitaion
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we hurt ya face, men
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when ya placed in my path.
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[BRIDGE]
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Del:
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I bust asses
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ya slow like molasses
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as this continues
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then you know the fastest
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computing, looting, I gets the root of things
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bitches with problems
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I leave ya jaw numb
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I slap hoes
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my rap flows along
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with the flow of the song
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as I flow on the bong
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I use Jedi mind tricks
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to find tricks
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bind tricks, tie them up
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then I try and phuck then they die
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and what do I care?
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I dare hoes
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and prepare flows cause I never spare those lives
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who strives
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with knives & slice
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I parylize ya twice
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with fear
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Del is nice to your ears.
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Snupe:
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Not of hardest, artists going far
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jack off from Jupiter
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because I'm shooting for the stars
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I'm a mack
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never come wack
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gimme a 30 second snippit
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I'll rip it
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because the shit gets deeper
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creep ya ass as the floor rocks
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we got the beat hittin' hard like four cops
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shorts out my last record
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I write my rhymes nekkid
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let me give you a tip
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I'm on the balls
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so just expect it
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my rep gets phatter thinkin' about those kids
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they tried to step and got phucked like they momma did
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by the Mr. Mostskill
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I did ya hoe, still
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she's askin' for waxin' and taxin' cause she heard a hoe squeal
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hoes I'm, getting more plays than Showtime
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the demon got ya screamin' with no shine
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no time for regular run of the the mill
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I'm packin' with steel boy soldiers
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never no more the soul soldier.
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[BRIDGE]
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No More Worries (featuring Hieroglyphics)
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Del The Funky Homosapien |