No Equal Lyrics - Singles - Beatnuts

(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)