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epiph@ny - no mercy lyrics

[verse 1: epiph@ny]
you know
i’ma snap
crack they heads open
just to see the brains they got
don’t n0body care bout your racks
cept them gold diggers
mess around with them and see where that leaves you at
lotta people talk gangsta
then they don’t back it up
buddy you say you a w-nksta?
funny i wouldn’t have imagined you’d have the guts
what does gangsta even mean to y’all nowadays?
smoking weed?
sipping lean?
wow that’s mean
y’all act all tough
but we all know y’all looking like lil tay
looking like you care more bout your lambo than your family
a real man does cocaine?
nah man, i ain’t no gangster
never claim to be one but even i’ve known since grades k
a real man takes care of those under his wings
i’m flying
up in the sky but you know i ain’t high
i get a buzz off writing these lines
try to conquer music
i take it back “man that’s mine”
y’all hating like… nah is my time
you think i care
bout what you say?
even if i did
it wouldn’t be mutch
just a bunch of repet-tion
whine all you want bout it being a witch hunt
i only hunt mumblers, whatchu want?
lil pump
cut your career up
don’t n0body know who i am
and i’d rather it stay that way then being lumped
in with those of your kind
been looking for a beat and look what i find
look i’m on my grind and…
rapper switch

[verse 2: wordplay da flyest mc]
yo!
check it!
word, play!
murder on my mind
watch out homie
you endangered
this game like a torture chamber
yank your t–th and break your fingers
i eat rappers and my tummy rumbling now
rip out your tongue, you really gon’ be mumbling now
attention! viewer discretion, sh-t’s bout to get kinda messy
bodies on the floor, better study up before you test me
got a full house but ain’t no joey, danny, or jesse
they yelling “have mercy!” but i ain’t no aunt becky
come check me, i’m deadly, i be waiting for ya with machete in hand
man, i’m the hip-hop devil so you better get ready to dance
sit you down on your -ss, cuz you ain’t standing a chance
i be starting beef with these rappers cuz i ain’t f-cking with plants
all these industry motherf-ckers only doing it for bags
homie, i do it because i love it, rap is all that i have
this is a culture, not a genre and they be f-cking up bad
went from rags to riches to get rich, now you dead
i’m hungry while y’all motherf-ckers just thirsty
you ain’t worthy, this is hip-hop, better leave in a hurry
i’ll put a eleven to your back like isiah thomas’ jersey
get the gurney, don’t irk me, homie, i show no mercy

- epiphny lyrics

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