Текст (слова) песни: Low Profile - No Mercy

[ VERSE 1: WC ]
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)

[ VERSE 2: WC ]
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)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Low Profile - No Mercy [ VERSE 1: WC ] 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) [ VERSE 2: WC ] 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) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни No Mercy: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/10139.html Все тексты песен: Low Profile » Low Profile - Keep Em` Flowin` » Low Profile - Easy Money » Low Profile - Pay Ya Dues » Low Profile - Playing for Keeps » Low Profile - That`s Y They Do It » Low Profile - We`re in This Together » Low Profile - No Mercy » Low Profile - Funky Song » Low Profile - How Ya Livin` » Low Profile - Aladdin`s on a Rampage » Low Profile - Comin` Straight From the Heart » Low Profile - Make Room For the Dub.B.U. Рекомендуем скачать: » Hank Locklin - Blue Hawaii » Heimdall - Scream Of Revenge » Heaven 17 - Were Going to Live for a Very Long Time » Hanzel Und Gretyl - Black Forest Galaxy » Hank Snow - Stolen Moments » Hans Hartz - Musik Aus Der Ferne...dacapos Im Wind » Heino - Blau blüht der Enzian » Halo Friendlies - Disappear » Hanson - river \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Hank Locklin - Time Nor Tide » Hazel O`Connor - Could Be With Me » Hilary Duff - Rock This World (Remix 2005) » Hanson - Can`t Stop » Hot Shot - Angel From Paradise » Houwitser - Leeches Come » Hallows Eve - Horrorshow » Hank Snow - Last Thing On My Mind » Helge Schneider - Ladiladiho » Hermetica - Hospitalarias Realidades » Hank Williams Jr. - All In Alabama
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