Beatnuts - No Equal Lyrics
(number oneCompetition is none) --> rakim[ verse 1: ju-ju ]Niggas got me steamin, bout to flip my lid***** around, and I proceed to blow your back out, kid(boom!) not to say Im on a violent tipBut my hand stays on my gun, in case you start some shitCause I been rhymin since way back whenStraight up and from the heart is how its always beenNow punk niggas wanna test meBut all that tiggedy-tiggedy tongue-twistin shit dont impress meIts just a phase, and you know damn wellThat youll fall off in a minute, cause that shit dont sellFunny how you think you could surpass me, or outlast meWith that bullshit style, youre fallin fast, geeSee, I suggest you go back where you came from(your mic, and my mic) come on, dont play, sonSee, the days of payin dues is overIm a little fed up, and its time that I show yaWe battle one time, youre dead, no sequel(your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal) --> q-tipYou know were number oneCompetition is none[ verse 2: psycho les ]The wiggedy-wicked psycho les drops it like a lunaticSteady back-breakin *****es with my super dickHats on the jim, sometimes I nut in emSt. ides *****s up their eyes, and I bend emDown, while Im flowin to this nutty soundOpen up the knapsack, check out what we foundH-h-horns, bass, linesBeats get chopped in the nut shop, we dont waste timeYo, Im cold lampin like flavorFloatin at the top while youre sick, and nothin can save yaJust like the biz saidRemember - uugh! - styles I drop to be, what is it?(the shizzit) word to your mamaI bend your girl like a commaDue to lambada, I think I gottaStop, because the ***** said, (? ? ? )So I nutted, and I got out(boom!) no matter how hot you claim to be, you cant roast thisNut, whats up? you wanna get eaten up like a hostess?cup, cake, you know my words are lethal(your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal)[ verse 3: fashion (al tariq) ]Every line I connect, my literatures perfectPer minute, per second, and yo, you gotta reck-On with fashion, cause by the way Im rippin thingsWhoever thinks I take a loss has hamstringsYoung dames, I shoot em and jimmy aims to knock herSex with this flex, best thing tends to lock upYeah, really bad ass, smokin past you niggasThe chicks I stick shit with, I love your figuresTriggers, I pull em with no remorse for bodiesFash pumps the hotties, chumps pump with shotiesShoot em up, bang-bang! miss targets rarelyMics I touch up, I *****s em dailyBarely another who can test the cool fashAsses I kick in the ashes, dumpin trashesSo dont riff, cause I flow swift like the nile, sonTame is for plain jane fame, Im a wild oneAuto-matic-ly I let loose theFierce mc-i-n-g force in meCool fash, sendin a blast to rap people(your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal)
