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The Beatnuts - No Equal Şarkı Sözleri
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) |
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