Del The Funky Homosapien - No More Worries (Featuring Hieroglyphics) lyrics

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' s**as know I'm fin ta buck a bro The n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 sh** So peep the style and learn how to freak sh** I hope, ya, learn how ta cope By the time you peep this sh** here I'll be three times doper Yeah, this is for the trendy G's To ya b**hes, & High School enemies All the hoes Shoot me to the left & sh** Cause my financial state was on defecit But I Really didn't trip Now I'm livin' phatter And then n***as don't matter A lot a rappers try frontin' on me Bet 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 n***as 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 a**es Ya slow like mola**es As this continues Then you know the fastest Computing, looting, I gets the root of things b**hes 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 sh** gets deeper Creep ya a** 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. Mostsk** 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:]