Phonte - No Competition lyrics

[Verse One: Talib Kweli] My n***a 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 n***as no subliminals No syllable rap They say I'm off beat, the flow criminal Y'all n***as just beat off but no centerfolds Y'all n***as softer than some dinner rolls Check All these fake n***a been exposed [Hook: Phonte] One time for your mind baby One time for your mind One time [Verse Two: Elzhi] 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 d**h I'm bad a** 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 f** your sorry flows and your sad hook I'm still glad that you mad shook Elzhi [Hook] [Verse Three: Phonte] 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 n***as 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 n***a vamamos To the west coast, eating Won Tons With Krondon screaming "f** one time for Guantanamo" We shoulda did this sh** a long time ago Cause every single line, every rhyme I wrote It's nothing but that scheduled two opiates Stimulates, yeah n***a all kids of dope I'm Langston meets Slang Ton Don't need a track for that bottom feeder rap, you n***as is plankton An AK to a paint gun Competition? n***a there ain't none At all Hahaha