No Mercy

[Intro]

You can never know what I know

[Chorus: Sampled: Reek Geez, Big Daddy Kane]

We can go on and on, action

We can go on and on, action

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Other crews talk but they don't want none

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[Verse 1: Q-Ball]

Rough and rugged, the infrareds aimed at ya noggin

Shut up and [?] cause you's about to kick the bucket

You'll get burned like incense so repent what I invent

Breaks out like [?], I got the [?] glow

That you can never know what I know

You can't flow cause you slow bro, you get smoked like Jamaican indo

Skills so fly, I just jumped out the window

I got shit wrappеd up like a mummy, the rhymes is scrummy

You gеt crashed like a test dummy

You garbage, you get smothered in a trash bag

You dragged, you just a Chevy to a [?]

Mortal combat, call me sub zero, niggas on freeze, zero below degrees

Clean out your ears niggas, I hope you heard me

Q-Ball from 94, showin' no mercy

[Chorus: Sampled: Reek Geez, Big Daddy Kane]

We can go on and on, action

We can go on and on, action

We can go on and on, action

Other crews talk but they don't want none

We can go on and on, action

We can go on and on, action

We can go on and on, action

Other crews talk but they don't want none

[Verse 2: Reek Geez]

Come on and bring  The noise cause I got something for ya

I warned ya, leave your way out like a foreigner

Lord have mercy to those that curse me

You ain't worthy enough to serve me, no way

Down under is where I dwell, hard as hell, got you under my spell

The flow excels, no ima give ya what ya want

That's rough, rugged rocks, and no, this ain't no front

So step up, or get a checkup from your neck up

You're slipped up, ran into a setup, now you can't get up

Off your feet, don't speak, I'm too deep

The ill technique that I freak is unique

Don't underestimate Da Youngsta squadron, three MCs at the top of the margin

Peace to [?] and Supreme C

We keep it real, never have mercy

[Verse 3: Taj Mahal]

Well I'm a ruthless youngster, better [?]

Snatchin' purses, writing down verses

It's no mercy cause my rhymes is mental

When I write, black comes out of my pencil

Then I slaughter, put you out of order

It's a quarter, you're a goner, I warned ya

I'm slashing, yes, I'm a roughneck assassin

I'll be laughing at your funeral with your closed casket

With your parents on the front line

You couldn't rhyme, you waste my time, now you're dead and it's all fine

So back up from the ruga

Givin' more heads nightmares than that kid Freddy Krueger

I'm dangerous, too hot to handle

It's not a scandal, hit hard like Mickey Mantle

Got the ammo, comin' at you like Rambo

Now I'm signin' off with the red braids and flannel

[Chorus: Sampled: Reek Geez, Big Daddy Kane]

We can go on and on, action

We can go on and on, action

We can go on and on, action

Other crews talk but they don't want none

We can go on and on, action

We can go on and on, action

We can go on and on, action

Other crews talk but they don't want none

Other crews talk but they don't want none

We can go on and on, action

We can go on and on, action

Other crews talk but they don't want none

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