[a-plus]



Plus is back to dust a rapper

That's my given purpose

What must i slap ya

You're living worthless

Void of value

Noid and how you need to just quit

Peep the plus shit

We's a must get

I gostta leave the wack behind

Watch the beat attack your mind

Eh yo mc don't pack a nine

I needs no gun

I got a rap to make you flee so run

You're no one

You flow none

I relieve you of your rhyming duty

Since you're rhyming booty

Rudely i leave a rapper loot free

Subtract your ends

And then attack your friends

I kick the facts and relax with skins

And since i move a little faster

Fools allways wanna call me gased or

People think my name should be elastor

But who's dope in the house tonight?

No one; cause you're all wack

When you fall back

I call that fake

Cause you're born to loose

A-plus came to warn your crews

The ?corn? you use

Will get you torn and bruised



(into scraps)

You should have listened when i sent you fax copy

Skulls with my mental axes

But yo the plus lives so i bust kids

I crush ribs

Yo the plus gives a motherphuck

Couldn't care less if you're near fresh

Plus and cas is gonna bust your asses



[casual]



I need a little bit of space

Back up. hittin with the bass in case

You act up. its casual;

I motherphuckin rip the track up

Off the head of by request

The best- it goes beyond the flesh so jon is fresh

Yes; y'all would never step in my division in rhymin'

It takes precision and timing

I mean too much for you

No matter what you do

I'm phat and phuck your crew

With your whole image; i'm reluctant to

Casual has stuck a few

For a buck or two

?cluck? and you

Best bag up

Or have to duck a few blows

That's how it is and that's how its supposed to be

Hiero's quite phat; you'll never come close to me

I'm making the microphone laugh at y'all

What you're seeing is the supreme being at mcing

Too bad i'm me and not you

When i do what i got to

Hieroglyphics running shit like you're pops do

You're gonna get beat, you're gonna get belted

Delt with, the beat defeat

Every rhyme you had melted

With stones you're pelted

Biting off that old shit my man del did

Its like this and uh

Its like that too

Don't let me catch you

You're swift as a statue

If i had to you know that i'd be glad to

Apply my tricks of the trade to help further your falling off

I hit mc's with a molotov

So call it off

I'm way beyond you

Watch how jon do

On the motherphuckin microphone, nigga!


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