Lyrics:

Number One
Competition is none

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
Your mic, and my mic - 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 bend 'em

Down, while I'm flowin' to this nutty sound
Open up the knapsack, check out what we found
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're sick, and 'nothin can save ya'
Just like the Biz said
Remember - uugh - styles I drop to be, what is it?

The shizzit - word to your mama
I bend your girl like a comma
Due to Lambada, I think I gotta
Stop, because the bitch said,
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
Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal

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 hamstrings

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 shoties
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

Automaticly I let loose the
Fierce MC-i-n-g force in me
Cool Fash, sendin' a blast to rap people
Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal