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