[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!
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