No Mercy-Low Profile

歌手 : Low Profile

专辑 : We're In This Together

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:24

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TXT No Mercy-Low Profile 文本歌词

No Mercy - Low Profile

Concentration, a method I use to allude

Or confuse or remove a sucker away from my crew

No mercy, I'm givin' no slack to those who wack

Flinch an inch and get beat with a bat

Now here's a mellow rhyme

I slapped together a few minutes ago

Pertainin' to those who dissed the low pros

Kept us on hold, called us dead broke, yo

You know punk,

I got the right to take your life on the go

Cause you'se a perpetrator,

You ain't down, you're just around

And by, you step off, punk, before you get beat down

Brutally dissed, not only mental, but physical

Brought face to face to the 5'10" Lyrical

WC, now it feels, hey yo, check it

When you mention my name, think of a full metal jacket

Not mislead, I improvise and many buy it

But don't slip unless you wanna see a riot

Smile in my face, you're nothin' but a backstabber

Roamin around sayin' that I'm a weak rapper

To solo artists and crews

And those who never heard of me

I'm here to say that the W is givin' no mercy

(he's got style

He's got grace

He's got humor

And he understands his format)

Picture flames steadily burnin' in front of your dome

Intensity is growin and growin,

The heat is gettin strong

You're trapped inside, have lost your breath

Lookin' at death, cause on the dub you slept

And overlooked the professional

But see, I kept comin, yo

Lyrics so fly that shoulda been on

That's incredible

Now why would a sucker wanna battle the dub?

You're just a featherweight, or better yet a scrub

A snob, I dedicate, not perpetrate, get it straight

To you '89 rappers, y'all ain't all that great

Want a l, I meet your rhymes at the hip hop shows

With styles that played out

With gladys knight and the afros

You ain't down, punk, you're not invited

You're jokin my rhymes,

All you wanna do is bite it

Correspondin' to my rap, the need to adapt

Comprehending to my english,

I'm not talkin in japanese

Or chinese, I'm speakin of a disease

Called 'perpetratin', you punk MC's

Yo, the W strikes like a sword,

Just rippin' and shrippin

You phoney rappers in half, y'all be trippin'

Like little women, feminine punks, you need to quit

I want the mic like a basehead want a hit

Versatility, ability makes it hard to step to me

Step off, you're soft, go face humility

Really see, you wanna be jocks of impurity

Step towards the dub aw man, that's stupidity

Mentality gotta be growin strong, stop gaggin me

Strategy: Seek, destroy comp's a dead tragedy

Rhyme designer, I didn't climb to encline

Here's some old school stuff, y'all,

To mess with your mind

Like poison or raid, but too bad,

I don't spray no mo'

Now I throw grenades and carry .44's

Bro, you're too slow, hit the danceflo'

It's time for the W, wax and tax shows

Solo artists and crews and those

Of you who heard of me

I'm here to say that the W is givin no mercy

(there is nothing abnormal about the way that he talks

He doesn't talk abnormally fast

He doesn't talk slow

He just talks to the people)