Competition Gets None

Lyrics

[Intro: sample, Grand the Vis, Shortkut & Rakim] "At least compete, complete, I'll be defeat In competition when I compete, I'll— In competition when I compete In competition when I compete, I'll— In competition when I compete" Yo, yo, yo, yo Alcatraz Al in house in 2000 Aye yo Klo What's up man? These motherfuckers out here really don't know About hip-hop, you know what I'm saying ("Competition is none") It's insane you know what I'm saying ("Competition—") So, we gon' have to hit 'em on the Alcatraz Al Competition gets none Competition gets none Competition gets none ("Competition is none") [Verse 1: Grand the Vis] Nigga, I shake 'em, fake 'em, break 'em, and make 'em awful Rolling niggas terrain the same as the Land Rover I kick up dust as I move just like a sports car I shine my light that it sees even the North Star Give me your best to Grand and work that ass for practice Clever, smooth, but better yet, I'm a recluse So, don't front homie, you know that you's a rookie I flows like fucking milk for any Toll House cookies I eat 'em up one-after-one until there's none I play it like Kung Fu Jack and toss back a plate of crumbs The seesaw because he just did describe it Niggas frontin' like the tough guy but facts is really Rough Ryders I move on and blow through just like a monsoon A creep who fucking step to the sounds of a Shaft tune No rough jazz, I use what I wrote first Should be your rap marriage quenching your hip-hop thirst [Chorus: Grand the Vis] Competition gets none (C-c-competition) Competition gets none (C-c-c-c-competition) I eat 'em up one-after-one until there's none Competition gets none (Competition gets none) I eat 'em up one-after-one until there's none Your competition gets none (C-c-competition) Competition gets none, gets none, gets none (Competition is none) (Num-num-number-on-one) (Comp-competition is no-none) [Verse 2: Grand the Vis] I'm not your ordinary every day, wacked ass perpetrating Technical, demonstrate, another crew imitating Beep bop stupid-ass on the hard tip I swear to God kid, you'll get that ass whipped Every day, every week, every month, and every year I hope it's very clear, if not then I'ma have to tear your heart up out your chest Your spine up out your sneaking back I'll grab your mom, snap her neck, then give her back Incompetent, ridiculous excuse for a rap artist Maybe just a con artist, maybe just a moving target You retarded-ass lower level dimwits Still hoping to clock Gs from that crossover shit R-A-P spells rap, no R&B sucker I'm true to sampling, now swallow that motherfucker Anybody can be a murderer or a killer Perpetrating gang figure or a drug dealer But who can be just a hip-hop rap figure? Come and side up with the faction, no synthetic fillers Just dope beats and cuts, high blues and raw lyrics You've been gassed for years, niggas is scared to hear it Simple simplaticol so you can sing along See, everybody's rapping nowadays, am I wrong? [Chorus: Grand the Vis] Competition gets none (C-c-competition) Competition gets none (C-c-c-c-competition) I eat 'em up one-after-one until there's none Competition gets none (Competition gets none) I eat 'em up one-after-one until there's none Your competition gets none (C-c-competition getes none) [Outro: Grand the Vis & Shortkut] Niggas get none yo, huh (That's what I'm saying) Alcatraz Al housing, 2000 (Housing, 2000, yeah) Uh, yeah, Stones Throw so you know (Yeah) Motherfucker Peanut Butter Wolf on the fucking track Rasco got my back (Rasco) Yo, cloak is in the fucking house (Yo, get jagged up) Yeah, watch that shit or get busted in your mouth You understand me? Hardcore hip-hop Now, representing on this day, aye, yo Architect, all my niggas, you know what I'm saying Murder's born, Charizma around this motherfucker Yeah, destiny lives on you know what I mean? Yeah, housing 2000 Ugh, I'm up out of here Mhm, go spank your mom