No competition.
No competition.
Competition is none.
I remain at the top like the sun.
And I burn whoever come in the chambers of torture.
I caught you.
You should abort you.
Neighborhood to support you.
No one in my path can withstand.
Under pressure to rap of a swift man.
You name the day, the grounds will be neutral.
Speak your piece, the feeling's mutual.
We can go topic from topic whenever I drop it.
Try to stop it.
In other word, what the brother heard, he tried to catch it.
But what occurred was too much weight for one brain to take.
Try to concentrate, maintain, and elevate.
From gram to ounce to pound to pound.
The matter of weight can't hold my mind down.
Permanent damage.
I do away with no time for fun.
Because I don't play with competitors.
There's only one when I'm done.
Competition is none.
No competition.
Competition is none.
I'm the sole survivor.
MC get live, but I get lava.
It ain't a Memorex lava concert.
At every network, the author expert.
Whoever goes against, pauses friction.
Introduction music, where's the mixing?
Rhyme will never die.
Soon they'll never try to beat or defeat me.
Because whenever I put poetry in motion.
From the Nile, then out into the ocean.
Three -fourths of water makes seven seas.
A third of land, 360 degrees.
I circulate and remain to rotate.
Seven days a week at a quick or a slow rate.
Be prepared whenever I come.
Competition is none.
It's no competition.
Creators, the alphabets, let's communicate.
When I translate, the situation's straight.
No dictionaries necessary to use.
Big words do nothing but confuse and lose.
From the first step, my concept is kept.
To the end of the rhyme, I get more in -depth.
All thoughts I come across, my mind soars.
Made by the R -chord.
Seven holes in my face as I'm looking out my window.
Speak with the beat and it seems like the wind blows.
Through the speakers, I hear it, so pump this.
And we can fill up the whole circumference.
With competition on an impossible mission.
Coming up with nothing, keep fishing.
No runner up, just loss of forfeits.
They all get butterflies soon as the door gets unlocked.
Lines of blocks and blocks might be trifling.
To call the cops, bring along paramedics.
But that won't help you, not even calisthenics.
I'm God.
G is the seventh letter made.
Raining on rappers, there's no parade.
So if you ain't wise, then don't even come.
Competition for this and the mixing is none.
It's no competition.
It's no competition.
It's no competition.
It's no competition.
