Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Mercy, artist - Immortal Technique. Album song Revolutionary Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Viper
Song language: English
No Mercy |
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. |
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 |
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 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 |