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(Number One Competition is none) --> Rakim[ VERSE 1: Ju-Ju ]Niggas got me steamin, bout to flip my lidFuck around, and I proceed to blow your back out, kid(Boom!) Not to say I`m 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 it`s always beenNow punk niggas wanna test meBut all that tiggedy-tiggedy tongue-twistin shit don`t impress meIt`s just a phase, and you know damn wellThat you`ll fall off in a minute, cause that shit don`t sellFunny how you think you could surpass me, or outlast meWith that bullshit style, you`re fallin fast, geeSee, I suggest you go back where you came from(Your mic, and my mic) Come on, don`t play, sonSee, the days of payin dues is overI`m a little fed up, and it`s time that I show yaWe 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 lunaticSteady back-breakin bitches with my super dickHat`s on the jim, sometimes I nut in emSt. Ides fucks up their eyes, and I bend emDown, while I`m flowin to this nutty soundOpen up the knapsack, check out what we foundH-h-horns, bass, linesBeats get chopped in the Nut Shop, we don`t waste timeYo, I`m `cold lampin` like FlavorFloatin at the top while you`re sick, and `nothin can save ya`Just 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 bitch said, "(???)"So I nutted, and I got out(Boom!) No matter how hot you claim to be, you can`t roast thisNut, 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 perfectPer minute, per second, and yo, you gotta reck-On with Fashion, cause by the way I`m 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 fucks em dailyBarely another who can test the cool FashAsses I kick in the ashes, dumpin trashesSo don`t riff, cause I flow swift like the Nile, sonTame is for plain Jane fame, I`m a wild oneAuto-matic-ly I let loose the Fierce MC-i-n-g force in meCool Fash, sendin a blast to rap people(Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal)

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