No Competition - Talib Kweli, eLZhi, Phonte

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