double edge sword? Talkin' out the neck like we wouldn't push forward But we murdered you *** and rap suckas, while you *** And we leave our competition
ancients Yo basically yo' take on me ain't makin me or breakin me and yo I hate to see a fake MC I take out all my competition from like A to Z Cause
one trick to pull The trick is to focus Make millions from swollen billions Seek the weak and destroy Soldiers controlling civilians Deploy the daredevil dimension Competition
breed.. From the secret society, conspiracy of shadows, Purity of darkness, and legacy of castles. Move from the spark for the fire engulfs, Check your pulse, the impulse of werewolves. Drag
the scrolls Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid [Raekwon] We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady Layin on the bed, lookin like a drag
scrolls Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid [Raekwon] We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady Layin on the bed, lookin like a drag
Enter the dragon, as I start, to braggin and taggin and sayin I'm baggin all rappers on the bandwagon Feel the fury of a renegade, well men I slayed So
And I just slapped ya with the hand full of literature That's dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw Rappers I replace, rub out, and erase Competition
the L baby, baby, the heart, the maker (Soul survivor) I worked the Murphy on the mix, what's wrong With these stupid lunatics playin' Joint for a drag
The closest you've ever come to me Was to help me up the stairs You stood in the middle of the stairway You nearly dragged me up the stairs "You've been
baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) [LL Cool J] I worked the Murphy on the mix What's wrong with these stupid lunatics playin' "Joint" for a drag-
and fa sho fuck a friend Im solo till the end I know one I depend Im struggling for my ends I promise you I'm gon win Fuck the competition and fuck an
broken wisdom a run through dem head? Well give me the microphone and watch whole heap a sound fi dead 'Cause under right condition, we deal with competition
Ya Dead Homie) Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains These are all the things that a G brings To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral Streets is crucial, competition
contemporary eclipse I'm incredibly exhausted You can't imagine, got my warm spirit stuck in my teeth, I'm obsolete Freedom freedom freedom fighter beginning Better stay competitive
in, umm Chop suey, soft and chewy My rhymes are kickin' like Bruce, you're just 'Hong Kong Phooey' So 'Enter the Dragon' as I start to raggin' All the competition
