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Immortal Technique - No Mercy lyrics
[Louis Farrakhan talking] 'Brothers and sisters...friends....and I see some enemies. (Laughter and then applause) In fact I think we'd be fooling our self's if we had a audience this large and didn't realize that there were some enemies present.' [Verse One] I'm a weapon that fires Lyrical projectiles with no mercy I'm cold blooded like reptiles Touch a pregnant bitch and make her give birth to a dead child Every time I flex styles Niggas vacate the premises and become exiles I manufacture rhymes like textiles of x-files And lighten juveniles Living life with no purpose Organize a army that will make the devil's nervous Competition is worthless Like the electoral vote If you provoke I'll break your motherfucking neck in a yoke Your better off throwing your shitty life away sniffing coke Technique will choke you into a spiritual state And it will take a lake of hydrochloric acid to soften this I'll fake your parents suicide and kill you in the orphanage But I inspire ideological metamorphosis Stop talking shit or I'll make your existence a memory So you can have me frozen cryogenically for centuries But I'll break the ice if anyone on the planet mentions me I'll burn a hypocritical flag intentionally Explosive revolutionary Chemistry's my destiny [Chorus: 2x] No mercy is what I chemically bomb on enemies Your life's a fucking mistake, technique is the remedy Destroy you before you become what you intended to be And in the future you'll worship those that descended from me [Verse Two] When I fight you I won't snipe you I'll use a HIV infected needle to strike you As well as anyone that vaguely resembles or looks like you And just to spite you I'll force your children At gun point to bite you And rip a piece off To start the beef off of the rest of your petty limited life I'm coming at cha to catch ya by surprising the sight Nobodies stupid enough to back ya when tactically attack ya Because my style is nasty like protruding bone fractures And your a played out dirty pussy devil Like Margaret Datcher But technique never get captured inside the rapture Cause I mastered the art of causing natural disasters You should learn the difference In between the students and the master My stature is the dispatcher of damaging decibels And even though my starving people are considered expendable I consecutively escape the racist court puritanical I spit raw kinetic energy that's immeasurable Retaliation for perpetration is unendable Mercy is not extendible I'll break your fucking brain down into psychological chemicals [Chorus: 2x] |
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