Lyric No More Worries
[Featuring Hieroglyphics]
A Plus:
You don t have to worry any longer. . .
Yo wait a damn minute
listen to the way the man spin it
even with improper diction
I split in & gets ends
I m lettin suckas know
I m fin ta buck a bro
the nigga figga he can dust a pro
fessional I test a fool
I get 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 Sr. High School
but I told the Dean Bye fool.
I graduated
he was a man I hated
and I m glad I made it
Hie-ro
I know
you 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.
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 ta 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, & High School enemies
all the hoes
shoot me to the left & shit
cause my financial state was on defecit
but I,
really didn t trip
now I m livin phatter
and then niggas don t matter
a lot a rappers try frontin on me
bet they aint got nuttin on me
and aint 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 regurgitaion
we hurt ya face, men
when ya placed in my path.
[BRIDGE]
Del:
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 phuck 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 parylize ya twice
with fear
Del is nice to your ears.
Snupe:
Not of hardest, artists going far
jack off from Jupiter
because I m shooting for the stars
I m a mack
never come wack
gimme a 30 second snippit
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 nekkid
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 phucked like they momma did
by the Mr. Mostskill
I did ya hoe, still
she s askin for waxin and taxin cause she heard a hoe squeal
hoes I m, getting more plays than Showtime
the demon got ya screamin with no shine
no time for regular run of the the mill
I m packin with steel boy soldiers
never no more the soul soldier.
[BRIDGE]
A Plus:
You don t have to worry any longer. . .
Yo wait a damn minute
listen to the way the man spin it
even with improper diction
I split in & gets ends
I m lettin suckas know
I m fin ta buck a bro
the nigga figga he can dust a pro
fessional I test a fool
I get 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 Sr. High School
but I told the Dean Bye fool.
I graduated
he was a man I hated
and I m glad I made it
Hie-ro
I know
you 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.
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 ta 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, & High School enemies
all the hoes
shoot me to the left & shit
cause my financial state was on defecit
but I,
really didn t trip
now I m livin phatter
and then niggas don t matter
a lot a rappers try frontin on me
bet they aint got nuttin on me
and aint 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 regurgitaion
we hurt ya face, men
when ya placed in my path.
[BRIDGE]
Del:
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 phuck 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 parylize ya twice
with fear
Del is nice to your ears.
Snupe:
Not of hardest, artists going far
jack off from Jupiter
because I m shooting for the stars
I m a mack
never come wack
gimme a 30 second snippit
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 nekkid
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 phucked like they momma did
by the Mr. Mostskill
I did ya hoe, still
she s askin for waxin and taxin cause she heard a hoe squeal
hoes I m, getting more plays than Showtime
the demon got ya screamin with no shine
no time for regular run of the the mill
I m packin with steel boy soldiers
never no more the soul soldier.
[BRIDGE]
