No Mercy lyrics

[ 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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