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mc brooks - no comparison lyrics

i’ve never blazed a sack of weed but i’ll blaze a track w/ speed
but i hate the fact that these rappers fade to black and leave
the game, when these emcees are lame, how about the cheese and fame
say they put the g in gangs but i don’t believe the claims
i just see them, aim, and fire, lyrics that defeat a liar
when i read, i’m inspired, while ya’ll preaching to the choir
cause i’ve heard it all before, like sunshine anderson
i’m damaging cause my flows got more flavor than a mandarin
i’m glancing in see the position that rap is standing in
and see what happens when businessmen can’t handle it
so i illuminate the dark like a candlestick
an emcee you can’t forget, see how i manage this
sick flow over instrumentals
i had no intro just straight heat from the get-go
i hit low like a sac tap so when i hear wack rap
well, its time for real sh-t to blast back

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you want that real hip hop, well here it is
there’s no comparison, there’s no comparison
when you got music to be ya therapist
there’s no comparison, there’s no comparison
name ya favorite emcee, i ain’t scared of em
there’s no comparison, there’s on comparison
i should quit rapping cause it ain’t fair for them
cause there’s no comparison, there’s no comparison

i bring it back to days of old when everything you say is gold
now rappers are playing roles of actors that’re spraying foes
knowing that they’d never blast the heat, or clash in streets
without getting their soul lifted like hearing a pastor speak
i’ve mastered speech, don’t hesitate to p-ss the beat
and see fatalities like final destination’s traffic heaps
ask my peeps if i’m bashful or just an -ssh0l-
ready to smack those concerned w/ only cash flow
i stack goals so i’ve got something to strive for
hip hop is alive so i’ve got something to die for
see how my mind stores info so i can sit back
and kick facts, hair-pulling raps the way i rip tracks
now let me get back to carrying the torch
cause i vary in the sort of music i’m blaring on my porch
it’s scary when the thought that i’m married to this sport
means i’m never gonna quit til i’m buried at the fort

[hook]

- mc brooks lyrics

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