"No Competition" Songtext
von Gentleman

Dont bite the hand that will feed you, that is the wrong thing fi you fi do

Well then,
In a glas house some piece should, never throuw
But inna competition we na inna no, no
But any way we must come to soho
Tell me say, we na bow -no-
In a glas house so piece should, never throuw
But inna competition we na inna no, no
But any way we must come to soho
So, longside man a bow


Come on city rude boy
A tell me come from
A guess, a me grow
So me stay a so me come
A place unda me weed
The police can′t put me on
Ganjaman come ova the city like sun
Well
Judgement, ladies a just a brand an
When pow pow movement aplay unda the sun
If I write pase to we ana we two be brown
So comon girls it's time to have fun

Me goes again
The plan is to be overcome