Low Profile - No Mercy lyrics

Concentration, a method I use to allude
Or confuse or remove a sucker
Away from my crew
No mercy
I'm givin no slack to those who wack
Flinch an inch and get beat with a bat
Now here's a mellow rhyme I slapped
Together a few minutes ago
Pertainin to those who dissed the Low Pros
Kept us on hold, called us dead broke, yo
You know punk
I got the right to take your life on the go
Cause you'se a perpetrator, you ain't down
You're just around
And by, you step off, punk
Before you get beat down
Brutally dissed, not only mental
But physical
Brought face to face to the 5'10" lyrical
WC, now it feels, hey yo, check it
When you mention my name
Think of a full metal jacket
Not mislead, I improvise and many buy it
But don't slip unless you wanna see a riot
Smile in my face
You're nothin but a backstabber
Roamin around sayin that I'm a weak rapper
To solo artists and crews and those
Who never heard of me
I'm here to say that the W is givin no mercy
(He's got style
He's got grace
He's got humor
And he understands his format)

Picture flames steadily burnin in
Front of your dome
Intensity is growin and growin
The heat is gettin strong
You're trapped inside, have lost your breath
Lookin at death, cause on the Dub you slept
And overlooked the professional
But see, I kept comin, yo
Lyrics so fly that shoulda
Been on That's Incredible
Now why would a sucker wanna battle the Dub?
You're just a featherweight
Or better yet a scrub
A snob, I dedicate, not perpetrate
Get it straight
To you '89 rappers
Y'all ain't all that great
Want a l
I meet your rhymes at the hip-hop shows
With styles that played out with
Gladys Knight and the afros
You ain't down, punk, you're not invited
You're jokin my rhymes
All you wanna do is bite it
Correspondin to my rap, the need to adapt
Comprehending to my English
I'm not talkin in Japanese
Or Chinese, I'm speakin of a disease
Called 'perpetratin', you punk MC's
Yo, the W strikes like a sword
Just rippin and shrippin
You phoney rappers in half, y'all be trippin
Like little women, feminine punks
You need to quit
I want the mic like a basehead want a hit
Versatility, ability makes it hard
To step to me
Step off, you're soft, go face humility
Really see, you wanna be jocks of impurity
Step towards the Dub - aw man
That's stupidity
Mentality gotta be growin strong
Stop gaggin me
Strategy: seek
Destroy comp's a dead tragedy
Rhyme designer, I didn't climb to encline
Here's some old school stuff, y'all
To mess with your mind
Like poison or Raid, but too bad
I don't spray no mo'
Now I throw grenades and carry 44's
Bro, you're too slow, hit the danceflo'
It's time for the W, wax and tax shows
Solo artists and crews and those of
You who heard of me
I'm here to say that the W is givin no mercy
(There is nothing abnormal about the
Way that he talks
He doesn't talk abnormally fast
He doesn't talk slow
He just talks to the people)