No Equal lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics No Equal lyrics (Number One Competition is none) --> Rakim [ VERSE 1: Ju-Ju ] Niggas got me steamin, bout to flip my lid Fuck around, and I proceed to blow your back out, kid (Boom!) Not to say I m on a violent tip But my hand stays on my gun, in case you start some shit Cause I been rhymin since way back when Straight up and from the heart is how it s always been Now punk niggas wanna test me But all that tiggedy-tiggedy tongue-twistin shit don t impress me It s just a phase, and you know damn well That you ll fall off in a minute, cause that shit don t sell Funny how you think you could surpass me, or outlast me With that bullshit style, you re fallin fast, gee See, I suggest you go back where you came from (Your mic, and my mic) Come on, don t play, son See, the days of payin dues is over I m a little fed up, and it s time that I show ya We battle one time, you re dead, no sequel (Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal) --> Q-Tip You know we re number one Competition is none [ VERSE 2: Psycho Les ] The wiggedy-wicked Psycho Les drops it like a lunatic Steady back-breakin bitches with my super dick Hat s on the jim, sometimes I nut in em St. Ides fucks up their eyes, and I bend em Down, while I m flowin to this nutty sound Open up the knapsack, check out what we found H-h-horns, bass, lines Beats get chopped in the Nut Shop, we don t waste time Yo, I m cold lampin like Flavor Floatin at the top while you re sick, and nothin can save ya Just like the Biz said Remember - uugh! - styles I drop to be, what is it? (The shizzit) Word to your mama I bend your girl like a comma Due to Lambada, I think I gotta Stop, because the bitch said, "(???)" So I nutted, and I got out (Boom!) No matter how hot you claim to be, you can t roast this Nut, what s 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 literature s perfect Per minute, per second, and yo, you gotta reck- On with Fashion, cause by the way I m rippin things Whoever thinks I take a loss has hamstrings Young dames, I shoot em and Jimmy aims to knock her Sex with this flex, best thing tends to lock up Yeah, really bad ass, smokin past you niggas The chicks I stick shit with, I love your figures Triggers, I pull em with no remorse for bodies Fash pumps the hotties, chumps pump with shoties Shoot em up, bang-bang! Miss targets rarely Mics I touch up, I fucks em daily Barely another who can test the cool Fash Asses I kick in the ashes, dumpin trashes So don t riff, cause I flow swift like the Nile, son Tame is for plain Jane fame, I m a wild one Auto-matic-ly I let loose the Fierce MC-i-n-g force in me Cool Fash, sendin a blast to rap people (Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal) song lyrics