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letra de no mercy - hype (atl)

let’s go a verse for a verse
i’m a k!ller it’s more like a he-rs- for a he-rs-
my pen is a weapon and this sh-t is lethal so just know that you going first in the dirt
not sparing a soul watch his body get cold, call his homies up, he going first on a shirt
they said why you gotta do em dirty
i just respond like n-gga if you scared go to church
everything i spit is ether
body the beat like the reaper
after that roll up the reefa
don’t need no backup i’m k!lling this sh-t by myself
murder the song with no feature
he say i’m wack then he reaching
i put in work never leeching
going bezerk it’s my season
24/7 i’m thinking bout ways to get wealthy
i cannot rest on the weekends
whoa
switch it up (whoa!)
when i’m with the clique gotta fl!ck it up
micheal jackson flows on you hoes
white socks on the toes don’t stop til you get enough
i’m so off the wall with it
if you think you bad, just wait til you meet the smooth criminal
tell these rappers get back, we can put it on wax
nowadays everybody going digital
but i’m too real for the industry (yea)
too anti to be popular (anti)
so ahead of my peers
i don’t think you could ever see me with binoculars (no way)
i don’t fit in with the big crowds (no way)
way too out the box to be in-style (go crazy)
way over ya heads to be down to earth (okay)
i even got god on the speed-dial
h-llo?
you don’t wanna get god on the phone (get god!)
i can get the whole squad on the line (whole squad!)
i could get a bomb dropped by ya home (get bombed!)
i could light ya whole squad off a dime (on ten!)
i could fit the universe in my palm
put your life in my hands
that’s ya life on the line
go an eye for an eye
taking eyes til he blind
then i spit it in braille so he feeling these lines
i’m a god mc
been since sixteen
rip sh-t, not too many kick sh-t this mean
i could flip quick, get ya wig split in threes
put in work, while you still looking on indeed
indeed i been that nice (i have)
go well with the beat like beans and rice (rice)
flow smooth like good drink and ice (ice)
i might just quit ra… n-gga sike (you thought)
see no competition on my path
dope asf i gotta brag
you rappers jokes i gotta laugh
numbers lie i can’t trust ya math
ya verses only add up to like half
of what i do in one line or less
feel like black panther on a track
leave you wit ya arms across ya chest
know that flew right above ya head
double entendre, dead it
y’all n-ggas better start giving my credit
yelling f-ck the world well i guess it’s my fetish
i might… wait wait wait delete, edit
rewrite history
k!ll wack rappers put us out of our misery
start a new wave wipe this out of ya memory
check my formula, really got the chemistry

showing no mercy on em (right right right right right)
showing no mercy on em (right right right right right)

- hype atl

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