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Текст песни 7L and Esoteric - Mercy Killing

7L and Esoteric - Mercy Killing слова песни

You can find me in the club where the huns atMuthafuck that trucker hat hug-rapI know who I am, who I be, who I always wasNot a rapper that would dis another just to start a buzzYou should know that, just let the beef go awayHow many weathermen do I have to slayEl-P give that mouth a restGo and get yourself in shape give that couch a restI sent you a demo in 94 with straight original shitNo scientifical shitAnd you cats talk about it like it`s still in your whipIf you`re large as you say, why you still sweating Shay?Pissed cuz I reminisce about boom-bapYou just made cuz you make your money off nerd-rapAnd can never change that, the fact you make soft shitEmbarassed so you gotta remind us about the profitSorry that I study from the blueprintAnd don`t associate with your nerd-rap movement"Independently I sold..." man, get over yourselfEvery interview I read it`s like your blowing yourselfPutting doe on your shelf? Stop hoeing yourselfYou`re a herb, look at you, you know it yourself!I showed you love from day one and I kept onBut now you upset because your boys got stepped onIf you were as smart as you claim to beAnd had beef muthafucker you should`ve came to meBut no, write a dis, hope you won`t get caughtCuz you know I never peep shit from Gaysop RockListen, I liked Funcrusher that was thatBut then you heard Dr. Octagon and never looked back"Blue Flowwwers" Allow me flex my true powersAnd send this fucking hobbit back to the two towers..............No I`m not stopping yetBars of Death ain`t done it ain`t dropping yetI got jokes about your face believe meBut dissing you because of your looks is too easyYou can`t help that you a Keebler elf, "Mr. Be Yourself"You should see yourselfI saw that DVD man I can`t understandWhy you find it so hard to shake a fan`s handThese are the cats that love you when you do shitAnd actually think the stuff you make is musicBut this is hip-hop kid don`t confuse itWith herbs trying to hard to make "that new shit"Bitching about doing a show for short change is fineBut taping it is assinineThen releasing it? That`s an ego tripGet off your own dick, that`s some ego shit (fuck outta here)Revolution ain`t them beats you recordSounding like my girl`s cat when it walks across my keyboardYou ain`t different, you just can`t work your equipmentNow don`t come back with that run-on sentence rapSpit it slow, so I can understand you, yoWent from Co-Flow to no flow, rushing your rhymesNo punchlines, just a bunch of punched in linesBed-wetter, you as hip-hop as Eddie VetterIf you a true b-boy, explain that mohawk and the Fred Perry sweaterThat look is priceless!Now who`s the muthafucker with the identity crisis?You ain`t mad at me dog, you mad at what you`ve become(part 2)Banned from New York? Muthafucka don`t sleepI got a freak in each borough, I was there last weekYou cancelling shows in Boston, acting shookSay you from Harlem, telling me to come to Red HookYou wanna rep Brooklyn? Ain`t no Biggie in youFat sloppy fuck sound like Winnie the PoohPlus dwelling on this beef is a bad decisionThe only fight you ever had is with your own metabolismMaking them mixtapes, mainstream coverbandWannabe G-Unit but sold like 3 units? Damn!Baby Huey talks like he had a strokeI remember when he told me "Be Alert" was sooo dopeYou was a fan home soaking the bedSee when I was eating rappers you was eating loaves of breadA big oaf with dreads and a clammy handshakeNow you making records that even your fans hateI`ll treat you like a Taun-Taun, and slash your fleshAnd give New York`s homeless a place to restIt ain`t about the Weathermen, it`s whether or not your menWhether or not your femme, Vast drop and gimme 10Know your limits, Grimace, you can`t finishAll out of shape fishing for beef but out of baitSherman Klump`s in a writing slump no lieNutty Proffessor, minus the sweater and bow tieCome take my lotto? Man, that`s a wasteWith that tape, all you really robbing is your fan baseYou be claiming you a man but got big saggy titsCoppin all your sweaters from a store for fat chicks"If this was 86..." man if this was 86You`d be sitting in baby shit, crying for some cake and shit"Vast is deep!" You kids don`t understandAnyone can sound deep to an overzealous fanSo protect that neck Shrek, before I strike againYou and El-P = Lenny and George from Mice & MenThe shit is getting old but the beef is funIt`s like, 5 on 1 I got you fuckers on the runSo get your facts straight, stop running your mouthsI keep this mic with me, dog come and get me

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