Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Competition , by - Talib Kweli. Release date: 27.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Competition |
| My nigga Khrysis be offering you some heat, yup |
| You other rappers I’m offering you a seat |
| Matter fact, take several |
| Park it like valet |
| Page is to opera to writing is ballet |
| If your taste is exquisite then maybe you’ll make a visit |
| To a place where you can get, support it and make a difference |
| That’s of course that’s only if the recording remain consistent |
| And you make a straight line to the store, the shortest distance |
| To travel the globe over the rainbow, the pot of gold |
| My career is to the point where I’ve learned to enjoy the road |
| Taking flicks in front of famous cathedrals |
| Sip mojitos on the beaches of Rio with Bobbito |
| Mardi Gras in the streets with Phontiggalo |
| Stopped at Curren$y crib for some extra loud piff to blow |
| Hit this tree and the smoke digital |
| If I diss niggas no subliminals |
| No syllable rap |
| They say I’m off beat, the flow criminal |
| Y’all niggas just beat off but no centerfolds |
| Y’all niggas softer than some dinner rolls |
| Check |
| All these fake nigga been exposed |
| One time for your mind baby |
| One time for your mind |
| One time |
| I come through, geared fresher |
| Flow’s tighter than clothes in a queer dresser |
| We’ll have you leap from a pier, we’ll call it peer pressure |
| You’ve been hoaxed tell your kinfolks |
| I give beats heart attacks, pen strokes, lead poison pencils |
| Turn anthems to lullabies and lobotomize instrumentals |
| You traumatized so you stop, tears stalling |
| Is it wrong I |
| Make the song cry to get the top tier falling |
| Doughboys say I’m swagged to death |
| I’m bad ass to the white kids bagging meth |
| I spit fire you just got the dragon breath |
| Your ex off the rag an F |
| Luckily I had a Magnum left |
| I pointed right where her thong at |
| And knocked it loose and like Dr. Seuss |
| I gave the cat the long hat |
| Shift the bed with this gift instead |
| Ill as pointing an infared at an infant head |
| That’s a bad look |
| Like on the nights when your dad cook |
| Wishing he had took, culinary courses with a grad book |
| Fuck your sorry flows and your sad hook |
| I’m still glad that you mad shook |
| Elzhi |
| New Tiggalo, new Tiggalo, new Tiggalo |
| Yo, the audio controller |
| 12 bar cardio, rap game Georgio Moroder |
| Tigga told ya |
| I soldier through the coldest winters |
| Now the jeans sitting right where they supposed to fit him |
| The battle fill ink but no beginners |
| Not bragging I just had to be clear |
| Go and grab you a chair whether she dark skin or Vanity Fair |
| Give me a chick rocking natural hair and red roses in 'em |
| And I’m an animal |
| Nah, I’m an onimal, oops, I mean honorable |
| Giving you niggas what you paid for |
| I lay law like Derek and the Dominos |
| Play your position with me? |
| Call it an honor roll |
| Test me, God bless your soul |
| I’m bugging out call pest control |
| Nigga vamamos |
| To the west coast, eating Won Tons |
| With Krondon screaming «Fuck one time for Guantanamo» |
| We shoulda did this shit a long time ago |
| Cause every single line, every rhyme I wrote |
| It’s nothing but that scheduled two opiates |
| Stimulates, yeah nigga all kids of dope |
| I’m Langston meets Slang Ton |
| Don’t need a track for that bottom feeder rap, you niggas is plankton |
| An AK to a paint gun |
| Competition? |
| Nigga there ain’t none |
| At all |
| Hahaha |