No Mercy

[Intro: Lil' Fame] Oh! Hear me though! [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch & M.O.P.] They'll bury me with my SP-1200 (For sure!) Fuck the trinity, inseminate the Earth, now – take its virginity In my vicinity, rap is like energy packs,  Sending me back behind enemy line to rap to Melodic melodies, never melodramatic But hypnotic, like cellos, for fellow fanatics I fiend for; you fuck-wits, inappropriate Fill 'em with so much lead, they'll call Berger and Associates This rhyme–will remain in the minds of my foes forever in infamy The epitome of lyrical epiphanies Skilfully-placed poems, and carefully planned symphonies Who would be ignorant enough to have the audacity To fuck with the likes of I and my tenacity? This is what you get when you fuck with the likes of The magnanimous flows of total assholes and ignoramuses M.O.P. slash Pharoahe Monch cause damages The advantage is we banish artists, labels, and managers Amateurs found six feet deep in metal canisters – we [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & M.O.P.] Show no mercy For the love of this shit here, niggas are bloodthirsty Drop! Load! Locked! Hammer! Aim! Cocked! Show no mercy For the love of this shit here, niggas are bloodthirsty Drop! Load! Locked! Hammer! Aim! [Verse 2: Lil' Fame, (Billy Danze)] Lil' Fame bring it live, yo – that's what I strive for I'ma settle this before you get to call five-oh You wan' see mi' four-five blow? (No!) Nigga, put the phone down, 'fore I dump two times four What you wan' cry for?! You know that my hammer is heavy, and it got kick like Tae Kwon Do,  "Now you gwon die" flow I'ma show you how to stretch a motherfucker, if you wan' watch Tae Bo (Yo, we down by law) And what I hold this pound down for is for me to put it down (By force) 'Til it's like downhill I'ma make a nigga smell the corpse from King County Morgue in Brownsville (Ohhh!) Rep your hood and wave the flag For almighty Pharoahe, Fizzy Womack, and Danze (Guns up!) Guns down! (From sun up!) To sundown! Make you sing 'til ya a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, dow! [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & M.O.P.] Show no mercy For the love of this shit here, niggas are bloodthirsty Drop! Load! Locked! Hammer! Aim! Cocked! Show no mercy For the love of this shit here, niggas are bloodthirsty Drop! Load! Locked! Hammer! Aim! Cocked! [Verse 3: Billy Danze] I'ma put you cowards in perspective If you looking for child's play, don't look my way They have never gave me any credit So I developed a homicide fetish (Deal with it, motherfucker!) It's your call – It's only seven ways a nigga usually fall, I'm abusing 'em all Now will the real gunnas please stand? Get up against the wall (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!) (Yes, yes, y'all!) Make it easy on yourself – Danze don't sleep When I catch you on a creep,  I'll lift the ground right from up under your feet That's word to 'Lah, be a man and prepare to die It's the return of the hooded soldier,  Your man should've told ya (Be cautious if he's walking sideways) Intended to blaze (First Family!) And Pharoahe Monch – studying criminal ways [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & M.O.P.] Show no mercy For the love of this shit here, niggas are bloodthirsty Drop! Load! Locked! Hammer! Aim! Cocked! Show no mercy For the love of this shit here, niggas are bloodthirsty Drop! Load! Locked! Hammer! Aim! Cocked!