No Competition

There's a dead dog by the side of the road & a hedgehog frozen stiff//
in the dead of night before the headlights of an oncoming motorist//
the driver's feeling motion sick//he doesn't notice it/he's closing quick//
he doesn't know the script to predict he's going to hit & run over it//
or that he's going to miss the turn & slowly twist//over cliffs//
to fall in slow motion to where the ocean below//groans and spits//
moans and shifts//from the fathomless depths//the spasm has crept//to the
open rips//
and your flow's eclipsed//
by this ocean's drift//
Your foetal position in the womb was bent but it went all worse,
like that seat you were strapped into at the dental nurse,
your psyche formed a blockage to mock kids with your mental curse,
that's why i was sent here: to come and quench your thirst,
cos I'm a gentle burst of summer air - no I'm a cyclone.
I'm the storm that soaks you right to the bone when you're trying to ride
your bike home.
you should leave the mic alone or you'll get heaved into my zone,
and when I'm peeved you wouldn't like to know where I might leave the
microphone.
your career's walking a thin line cos you pursued it sloppily
a mind is a clever thing bro, if you use it properly.
and stop talking derogatory about ladies - that's bad manners,
lads you need to show a little bit of respect to your rad nanas.
Water don't flow nor does grass grow just because you think it ought to//
if you're so short fused//_i would've thought you could've fought through
the bullshit taught you//
how it should be done should be run well I'm about to change the outcome//
& i doubt some of you will get this cause it's a rhyme made plain without
guns//
you can shout dumb with y'chains out but man that's next to naught//
I'm on a mission of stealth for recognition of self in a switch expressing
thought//
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Chart to unknown paths where the jagged shafts of ice floes start//
crags so sharp//snap in half//your rapping craft & leave mics blown apart//
rap so far below par//_at the top of a barren height//
the word this way's a bird of prey in flight on a soaring Fahrenheit//
scarred raw & hardcore in ya backyard war//yeah right//
_I'm the prince of vast gormenghast and you're a mere steerpike//
ooh Do I make you so angry that you would give me a smack in the chin
well your aggressive reaction is just a cover for your actual lack of talent
there are a few things you could learn from me if you want to listen
you are no competition cos there is no competition
listen to your wacksent where are you from definitely not here
and yip you rise above me bro - 'cause your rhymes are filled with hot air
It's time to turn a new leaf, I'll be grown up and the bravest
there is no battle or beef if I admit you are the greatest.
greatest hypocrite - greatest disser - greatest copycat and ass kisser
greatest try hard greatest never played - greatest lost soul that hip hop
ever made.
greatest wanna be - greatest waste of air - 'why don't you drown your
sorrows in a crate of beer.
had potential for great things, but turned out greatest shame.
greatest embarrassment and insult to the family name.
you're the greatest pothead - greatest looser -
greatest hothead - greatest user -
\greatest of all time drop kick on earth
you're getting pissed off now cos the truth all hurts.
it's all about you remember - you've only got yourself to blame -
it's only about you - you've only got yourself to change.
Does it piss you off so much you want to blow up and kill me//
do i deserve to be annihilated just because some bro 'don't feel me'//
just because i revealed the real me you signed a vote for the wrong
petition//
but we're in no competition cos there is NO competition//
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Little fish you need some stronger steel//and a longer reel//
to catch or match a great white or dispatch a conger eel//
my dimension's live all night//identifying all your swipes//
then i robin hood your mics, a saracen/
/_with five sword types//
_forged right to force fright down the throat of an all flawed hype//
who just opened his mouth to skite//_and thus ignored foresight//
and just bitches forthright, well here's a pack of floor wipes//
scrub them floorboards bright//enough to eat off//boy//'cause you're meeting
with the lord this night//
but before you dive for pride - consider insightfulness//
inside your diss is the pain full reason that ignites your spiteful diss//
manifesting as righteousness - on the mic - just to bite and hiss//
lost in the mist you fight with fists//like a snake you strike but miss//
this little fly in the spider's midst is heading for an end which i assist//
your greatest enemy's your wasted energy//not this knife that sliced your
wrist//
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God knows I never meant to - but I have stepped on feet
and these flows I chose to vent thru are always kept on beat
you think I've lost my freshness - like a slept on sheet.
bullshit before I was born my life was pressed in wet concrete.
while you're tryna get a neat hip hop image at your centre point and pivot,
I dont participate in image - I'm realer, to the point I live it.
see any one can imitate something great from another land
but until you discover the wealth of self - you'll always be in a covers
band.
so cut loose from the puppet masters hand and leave the muppet band,
and go to the cupboard stand and stand there looking all buff and tanned.
and open your eye with two fingers and hold the mirror close with the other
hand.
and ask yourself this simple question - do you know the muffin man?
that's your eye you see - it's you looking back - it's not you looking thru.
it's not shady, diddy, nas, biggy or mace it's your place in the the face of
you.
so take a big breath step back from the glass and now just let the breath go
and let out your persona that phoney hiphop cloner - and now you are free to
go and grow./
boy it's best to conquer yourself before you take on every other seeing
thing be a blackbird singing in the dead of night - someone who's happy not being king.

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