The Beatnuts - No Equal lyrics

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
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

You know we're number one
Competition is none

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 pin 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 sink
And 'nothin can save ya'
Just like the Biz said
Remember - uugh! - styles I drop to be
What is it? Word to your mama
I bend your girl like a comma
Do the Lambada, I think I gotta
Stop, because the bitch said, "para!"
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

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 hamster brains 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 shotties
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