DEL:    Mista twista get ya    every single time when I rhyme like I know so I flow    with tha gifted tounge an encriptic rung    new phases to enter the mazes play this    two times a day with the dayo    day hey hey ho with a day light come    I plum forgot what a wack rhyme was    because I buzz like a bee in the ears of my peers so    they know and I know we all know day hey yo    day light come and me wanna go home-    cool    no tool, no Smith and Wesson    just an oppisite so I can pop a bit of    shit on the mic when I get on the mic    "pee-pee--pee-ping!"    I ricochet a bit on the mic    and I like it-    Just like the Gulf or World War II    d-e-l will say and straight slay anyone who    makes advances when I make um heel    peel off the anwsers when i'm drilling in your skull like a beaver    binito-but I ain't finished    till I like to flip side rhymes cause the rhythm gets deminished.    Casual    I would if I could but I ain't cause I'm dank    time for me to lay down the law: who's raw?    you saw the blues and the shoes of the writer    stronger than a siskel and your like a side bar    artery-    try to win the lottery before you try to slaughter me    because I'm not the g    to be stepped to    let loose negative bones    that my rep crew I let loose negative tones    so you better get flows to counter act what we've done    proceed more stunts cause I'm hard like a street, son    we go and step back as I wreck shop    pronounced to break necks of those who won't stop    artist-the one who does better they ain't found    and if someone else tries to step: I knock that ass down    the bigger the batter the bigger the fatter is    whenever you figure this nigga is gettin his    be real and don't kill my walk with your next thought    and answer that your boss-    cause that's when you lost    keep on losing, amusing many tactics    I came to earn more green than Saint Patrick    and I make backs if you get caught frontin'    never bought a Newport but I'm on the button.    Tajai    I needs no sugar crisp to get swift    so what with two sylabols-it's just the positive    Tajai    I steals Souls that try to steal my laddin    coming to your brain like I would on a sheet    I respond with no distraction when I see one    fatter than re-run so what's happennin'?    it's not where you from, it's just how you come    correct my stacks will get rough to bake    get phucked enough to my men like idie midie    look in the membrane enough because I am a righty    fight these-    you'll catch follies if you folly    I make shanks to stick fakes I'm dank and you're quaint    wack shit puritian surround like ineffectual    I get um-blunt style like the heart of homosexuals.    not for sex when you cross the intersection you're damaged    get bruised knuckles and what you look for    bad ones    busted a few much more than two    a slew of sold ass phonies,    bust their cohonies    try,    you'll catch my Vans in your highnee    that's if my bankrupt slips though I doubt    how do you want to convert me in time    but I seize more than those candies-nothing gets by me    so play them tracks-    and you'll go out like beta max    next to Tajai cause I kicks the greater stacks.    Opio    Be deep boom-    bob your head to this, mischievous    soul socidle,    idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writter    might not be the greater innovater of the mind scheme    but my style is like the visine: it gets your eyes opening.    this raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow    while the teapot blows steam like a kettle    the hip to the hop    I make up flip when I get drastic    stepping with their moods but their flows are pornographic    and man with the vocal making the locals go insane    the regal rhyming speech substan-nance for the brain    get frisky with the phrases like you praises like a deity    the one with liberated souls    -control for infinity    got style much slimma-kids' got a body child    Hieroglyphics gonna flip the rhythm for the meanwhile    articulate my lingo as I linger in my medium of speech    and I could keep poppin cause I'm trying to teach    a smidgen of religion to the fraudulant    listen, pay attention I'm the master of this convention    kick the wigidy while ye style be stutering    just like smiley    skipping singles down your satur-dreams to bad it seems you try me    and I can make it play down into extreme conscienceness    plus your wondering extinguish all them myths    optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift like murcury    nursing me    I show I've got the gift.    A-Plus    People call me Snupe: that's because I'm living fat    People call me nasty: that's because I eat the cat    and I swing a bat to knuckle heads, leaving devils dead    never said    never cause I cock my head    better dreadlock on the top of my head,    never flakky    if this was a peel then Bodasa couldn't shake me    or bake me    cause Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough    if you wanna spread the skins    then I got alot of stuff    got it? tough-got enough-gotta lick it twice    why step? here's a fly rep    I kept my step ladder    I had a fatter flow to be hittin on    now it's just a smidgen like a pidgeon I be shittin' on    sittin on a futon...    slip the larger roots on    I'm the type of brotha that ya have to keep ya boots on    opps-    I'm sorry cause I didn't mean to dis you    I could hook a hoe and make um blow like I was tissue    mary had a little lamb, Adam got a lot of doe    looking in my garden,    schylar got a lotta hoes    Yo-I didn't mean hoes, yo I meant women    If she got the pooh, I got the trunks: let's go swimming    dip dip dive as I'm live    moving in on the top of my jock you don't stop    here a pimp there a pimp everywhere a pimp pimp    this A-plus grades the quiz-so there it is