[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. it's 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 it's 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!