Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Mercy, artist - Illa Ghee. Album song Social Graffiti, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Imor
Song language: English
No Mercy |
Throw your shit up |
Trucks, pick up, kicks up dust |
The same shit we stuck clicks up for |
Snub hit up more, peach cores |
Count one for my side |
It’s like we’re keeping score |
You’re lying down when the lion roars, and soars |
When you breathe no more |
A civil talk is now a civil war |
Licking shots while you’re coming out the liqour store |
You bought a round but we’re tossing rounds |
And get the pigs that put a stencil with the chalk around |
We confront the bullshit like we’re talking now |
You the type to get tough when we walking out (clowns) |
Your boss man, yeah we boss around |
Fresh off tour, back home and tore it down |
Yeah I do music |
But trust I’m not here for your fucking amusement |
Go |
I don’t deal with ridicule, bullets riddle you |
You knocked out yous tennis shoes at a minimal |
Fuck an interview, I question a criminal |
Fresh start in my eyes |
Is ending you |
I spit bullets of mercury |
No heart, no love, no mercy |
You die if you thought of rap perjury |
No heart, no love, no mercy |
No mercy |
No love no mercy |
I grab a sharp lyric to stab with, I mass it |
I’m an avalanche in an ad-lib |
Act like I’m jumping out of cabs with mad kids |
With masks kids, pulling out nines to blast shit |
I put your favorite rapper in a casket |
See I’m like a rash on chapsticks |
Fronting on the city driving backwards |
Words and tracks, relax Illa’s orchestrated elastic |
My souls drowning in the bottle |
Today is really yesterday’s tomorrow |
My time is borrowed |
No a Bugatti, I think I woke up in a gangster’s sorrow |
Spitting fire and my teeth is all made of charcoal |
I make music that the heart holds |
Verbal Armani, Illuminati in the barcode |
Drink, weed, and I’m sleeping with a known disease |
I’m Al Capone, and I’m known as an assassin’s creed |
Cross Ill and that’s blasphemy |
I got a whole neighborhood that’ll blast for me |
Flow jacuzzi, I’m Jack Ruby insanity |
Cocking my three blending uzis in the Daiquiris |