Текст песни Low Profile - No Mercy
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[ VERSE 1: WC ]Concentration, a method I use to alludeOr confuse or remove a sucker away from my crewNo mercy, I`m givin no slack to those who wackFlinch an inch and get beat with a batNow here`s a mellow rhyme I slapped together a few minutes agoPertainin to those who dissed the Low ProsKept us on hold, called us dead broke, yoYou know punk, I got the right to take your life on the goCause you`se a perpetrator, you ain`t down, you`re just aroundAnd by, you step off, punk, before you get beat downBrutally dissed, not only mental, but physicalBrought face to face to the 5`10" lyricalWC, now it feels, hey yo, check itWhen you mention my name, think of a full metal jacketNot mislead, I improvise and many buy itBut don`t slip unless you wanna see a riotSmile in my face, you`re nothin but a backstabberRoamin around sayin that I`m a weak rapperTo solo artists and crews and those who never heard of meI`m here to say that the W is givin no mercy(He`s got styleHe`s got graceHe`s got humorAnd he understands his format)[ VERSE 2: WC ]Picture flames steadily burnin in front of your domeIntensity is growin and growin, the heat is gettin strongYou`re trapped inside, have lost your breathLookin at death, cause on the Dub you sleptAnd overlooked the professionalBut see, I kept comin, yoLyrics 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 scrubA snob, I dedicate, not perpetrate, get it straightTo you `89 rappers, y`all ain`t all that greatWant a l, I meet your rhymes at the hip-hop showsWith styles that played out with Gladys Knight and the afrosYou ain`t down, punk, you`re not invitedYou`re jokin my rhymes, all you wanna do is bite itCorrespondin to my rap, the need to adaptComprehending to my English, I`m not talkin in JapaneseOr Chinese, I`m speakin of a diseaseCalled `perpetratin`, you punk MC`sYo, the W strikes like a sword, just rippin and shrippin You phoney rappers in half, y`all be trippinLike little women, feminine punks, you need to quitI want the mic like a basehead want a hitVersatility, ability makes it hard to step to meStep off, you`re soft, go face humilityReally see, you wanna be jocks of impurityStep towards the Dub - aw man, that`s stupidityMentality gotta be growin strong, stop gaggin meStrategy: seek, destroy comp`s a dead tragedyRhyme designer, I didn`t climb to enclineHere`s some old school stuff, y`all, to mess with your mindLike poison or Raid, but too bad, I don`t spray no mo`Now I throw grenades and carry .44`sBro, you`re too slow, hit the danceflo`It`s time for the W, wax and tax showsSolo artists and crews and those of you who heard of meI`m here to say that the W is givin no mercy(There is nothing abnormal about the way that he talksHe doesn`t talk abnormally fastHe doesn`t talk slowHe just talks to the people)