(number one
competition is none) --> rakim

[verse 1: ju-ju]
niggas got me steamin, bout to flip my lid
fuck around, and i proceed to blow your back out, kid
(boom!) not to say i´m on a violent tip
but my hand stays on my gun, in case you start some shit
cause i been rhymin since way back when
straight up and from the heart is how it´s always been
now punk niggas wanna test me
but all that tiggedy-tiggedy tongue-twistin shit don´t impress me
it´s just a phase, and you know damn well
that you´ll fall off in a minute, cause that shit don´t sell
funny how you think you could surpass me, or outlast me
with that bullshit style, you´re fallin fast, gee
see, i suggest you go back where you came from
(your mic, and my mic) come on, don´t play, son
see, the days of payin dues is over
i´m a little fed up, and it´s time that i show ya
we 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 lunatic
steady back-breakin bitches with my super dick
hat´s on the jim, sometimes i nut in em
st. ides fucks up their eyes, and i bend em
down, while i´m flowin to this nutty sound
open up the knapsack, check out what we found
h-h-horns, bass, lines
beats get chopped in the nut shop, we don´t waste time
yo, i´m ´cold lampin´ like flavor
floatin at the top while you´re sick, and ´nothin can save ya´
just like the biz said
remember - uugh! - styles i drop to be, what is it?
(the shizzit) word to your mama
i bend your girl like a comma
due to lambada, i think i gotta
stop, because the bitch said, "(???)"
so i nutted, and i got out
(boom!) no matter how hot you claim to be, you can´t roast this
nut, 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 perfect
per minute, per second, and yo, you gotta reck-
on with fashion, cause by the way i´m rippin things
whoever thinks i take a loss has hamstrings
young dames, i shoot em and jimmy aims to knock her
sex with this flex, best thing tends to lock up
yeah, really bad ass, smokin past you niggas
the chicks i stick shit with, i love your figures
triggers, i pull em with no remorse for bodies
fash pumps the hotties, chumps pump with shoties
shoot em up, bang-bang! miss targets rarely
mics i touch up, i fucks em daily
barely another who can test the cool fash
asses i kick in the ashes, dumpin trashes
so don´t riff, cause i flow swift like the nile, son
tame is for plain jane fame, i´m a wild one
auto-matic-ly i let loose the
fierce mc-i-n-g force in me
cool fash, sendin a blast to rap people
(your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal)