[Intro: Mike L & Godfather Don]
Check it out (Yeah)
Crown Jewels in the house without a doubt (Without a doubt)
Flatbush in the house without a doubt (Without a doubt)
East New York in the house without a doubt (Yeah)
Brownsville in the house without a doubt (Without a doubt)
Bushwick in the house without a doubt (Without a doubt)
Bedstuy in the house without a doubt (Yeah)
Check it out (Yeah, Mike-L), check it out
Yo
[Verse 1: Mike L & Godfather Don]
Times is harder than concrete, I walk these streets
Like a cop on a beat, lyin' and searchin' me (Yeah)
In the iron jungle, landscapes and skyscrapers
Fat takes some rеal flavors, virtual life savers (Uh)
To turn your mind into scrabble (Yеah), up in your tower
Or borough, my power to unravel all your masonry travel (Yeah)
Divide and conquer and dismantle (Uh)
We build with stolen missionary skills (Yeah)
And how many would kill? On your mission
Legacy up the mystery system, my history glisten so listen (Woo)
To the master (Uh) of the technique swordsman (Yeah)
Shift faster double edge, I make your dome leak
MIC more rips, you hide (Uh), outta the frame
Flip the bowl of fire lyrics on niggas, is lame (Lame) and game tight (Tight, uh)
Who's lightweight and still fight great? (Ha-ha, ha-ha)
I hit your whole coast off the Richter scale
Earthquake, I make the state sink (Yeah)
America's on the brink to disaster (Uh), I'm the missin' link in the change
Word to my name (Woo), MIC who I be (Mike L, Ex-Poetical)
Who I am, check it out
I rock the royal crest, Crown Jewels is the best
From east to west, fuck the rest, they can't test
[Chorus: Sample & Godfather Don]
There is no competition (Uh)
There is no competition (Crown Jewels)
There is no competition (Wind Excelsior)
There is no competition
[Verse 2: Scaramanga]
It's the metaphor slicker, dutch master licker (Uh)
Glock clicker, ass kicker, wrap a nigga then set it (Yeah)
I'm iller than Ultramagnetic
Paragraphs are homicidal, reflexed
Dead a sucker who talk shit, I keep dreads
Takin' gun shot, rollin' on crack spot, MAC ties
Blazin' on blocks in your area, gettin' wealthier
Wind Excelsior, tellin' ya, I'm swellin' about
To invest millions, rap game's locked down
All my niggas chillin', feelin' type trife life of hustlin'
Musclin', discussion on politics
Who gets to keep the bricks in the Empire State?
Extra crisp, got the chips, drivin' fat whips outta state
Late night dips to rap shows, caught a ten G gigs
Call me Dions Dian, rippin' entire wigs, gators lookin' jig
The iron pig got bank, black step by us, get shanked
Head knock a pistol cocker comeback, can I swivel like a tank?
Top right, tactical catalyst, scandalous, pendulous analyst
Scannin' your fraud data like a microscope
Right the dough, cop, we demonstrate at computer
Luger shooter, Scaramanga tech detect banger (Banger, uh)
[Chorus: Sample & Godfather Don]
There is no competition
There is no competition
There is no competition (There is no competition)
There is no competition (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Godfather Don]
Niggas get smoked like Teller, most forever, never forget
A faggoty snitch or snake, a tragedy hit you and takes you
The rapper rips ya, flips ya, scriptures like a fissure (Uh)
It's the nasty, flashy, wax me if ya classy (Ha-ha-ha)
Gassy emitter, clips of sassy, flashy figures
Fuck you up, chemically send your structure up (Woo)
Rupture, decomposure, Dosas Matola, I own ya
Sony sinner to bone ya, mami the menace unfolder
Finally descended Jacona, hit your block up
Split your whole knot up, flip with mo' Glockster
Terribly savage, these effigies [?] on your tombstone
I blow cleverly, never be called my enemy
My tomb come these beetches biddin', all these leeches
Hittin' my written thesis, creases, you live in feces
Duru Dada, Father, lyrical voodoo [?]
Searin' through fools who try to stop a deviate doctor
I knock ya, fuck your props up, don't fuck with coppers
Now I gotta stop ya, who dropped ya?
[Chorus: Sample]
There is no competition
There is no competition
There is no competition
There is no competition
[Outro: Godfather Don]
The Big Cuz
Yeah, Wind Excelsior, uh
Scaramanga, Mike L, the ill Ex-Poetical
Plus the Father, Duru Dada, Dosa Matola
Ill mic-holder, folder, uh
Big Jojo up in the house, uh
No fuckin' competition
