Who Sang No More Worries? Del the Funky Homosapien

Del The Funky Homosapien No Need for Alarm cover art
publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Duane Lee, Jonathan Owens, Damian Siguenza, Adam Ryan Carter, Teren Delvon Jones
release date: 1993-11-23
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Conscious
length: 3:27
producer: Domino
vocal: Del the Funky Homosapien
mixer: Tim Latham
engineer: Matt Kelley
guest: Snupe, Casual and A‐Plus
mastering: Brian Gardner
[Featuring Hieroglyphics]
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 ***** 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
*****s 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
I know
You know
Fools know, that my crew's so
Phat, and *****s try to jack
Then I know they got my back
A-Plus must bust the wack.
I'm fed up with the wackness and this weak ****
So peep the style and learn how to freak ****
I hope, ya, learn how ta cope
By the time you peep this **** here,
I'll be three times doper
Yeah, this is for the trendy G's
To ya *****es, & High School enemies
All the hoes
Shoot me to the left & ****
Cause my financial state was on defecit
But I,
Really didn't trip
Now I'm livin' phatter
And then *****s 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
*****s locked onto me like my follicles
I swallow fools with no regurgitaion
We hurt ya face, men
When ya placed in my path.
I bust asses
Ya slow like molasses
As this continues
Then you know the fastest
Computing, looting, I gets the root of things
*****es 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.
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 **** gets deeper
Creep ya *** 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.

CD 1
  • 1 You’re in Shambles
  • 2 Catch a Bad One
  • 3 Wack M.C.’s
  • 4 No Need for Alarm
  • 5 Boo Boo Heads
  • 6 Treats for the Kiddies
  • 7 Worldwide
  • 8 No More Worries
  • 9 Wrong Place
  • 10 In and Out
  • 11 Don’t Forget
  • 12 Miles to Go
  • 13 Check It Ooout
  • 14 Thank Youse

  • Album Information
    label: Elektra Entertainment
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 075596152921
    script: Latin