Del The Funky Homosapien — No More Worries

[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