Представляем точный текст композиции "Mercy Killing" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста 7L & Esoteric . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Mercy Killing» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую 7L & Esoteric передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
7L & Esoteric - "Mercy Killing"
Lyrics to Mercy Killing : You can find me in the club where the huns at Muthafuck that trucker hat hug-rap I know who I am, who I be, who I always was Not a rapper that would dis another just to start a buzz You should know that, just let the beef go away How many weathermen do I have to slay El-P give that mouth a rest Go and get yourself in shape give that couch a rest I sent you a demo in 94 with straight original shit No scientifical shit And you cats talk about it like its still in your whip If youre large as you say, why you still sweating Shay' Pissed cuz I reminisce about boom-bap You just made cuz you make your money off nerd-rap And can never change that, the fact you make soft shit Embarassed so you gotta remind us about the profit Sorry that I study from the blueprint And dont associate with your nerd-rap movement "Independently I sold..." man, get over yourself Every interview I read its like your blowing yourself Putting doe on your shelf' Stop hoeing yourself Youre a herb, look at you, you know it yourself! I showed you love from day one and I kept on But now you upset because your boys got stepped on If you were as smart as you claim to be And had beef muthafucker you shouldve came to me But no, write a dis, hope you wont get caught Cuz you know I never peep shit from Gaysop Rock Listen, I liked Funcrusher that was that But then you heard Dr. Octagon and never looked back "Blue Flowwwers" Allow me flex my true powers And send this fucking hobbit back to the two towers ..............No Im not stopping yet Bars of Death aint done it aint dropping yet I got jokes about your face believe me But dissing you because of your looks is too easy You cant help that you a Keebler elf, "Mr. Be Yourself" You should see yourself I saw that DVD man I cant understand Why you find it so hard to shake a fans hand These are the cats that love you when you do shit And actually think the stuff you make is music But this is hip-hop kid dont confuse it With herbs trying to hard to make "that new shit" Bitching about doing a show for short change is fine But taping it is assinine Then releasing it' Thats an ego trip Get off your own dick, thats some ego shit (fuck outta here) Revolution aint them beats you record Sounding like my girls cat when it walks across my keyboard You aint different, you just cant work your equipment Now dont come back with that run-on sentence rap Spit it slow, so I can understand you, yo Went from Co-Flow to no flow, rushing your rhymes No punchlines, just a bunch of punched in lines Bed-wetter, you as hip-hop as Eddie Vetter If you a true b-boy, explain that mohawk and the Fred Perry sweater That look is priceless! Now whos the muthafucker with the identity crisis' You aint mad at me dog, you mad at what youve become [part 2] Banned from New York' Muthafucka dont sleep I got a freak in each borough, I was there last week You cancelling shows in Boston, acting shook Say you from Harlem, telling me to come to Red Hook You wanna rep Brooklyn' Aint no Biggie in you Fat sloppy fuck sound like Winnie the Pooh Plus dwelling on this beef is a bad decision The only fight you ever had is with your own metabolism Making them mixtapes, mainstream coverband Wannabe G-Unit but sold like 3 units' Damn! Baby Huey talks like he had a stroke I remember when he told me "Be Alert" was sooo dope You was a fan home soaking the bed See when I was eating rappers you was eating loaves of bread A big oaf with dreads and a clammy handshake Now you making records that even your fans hate Ill treat you like a Taun-Taun, and slash your flesh And give New Yorks homeless a place to rest It aint about the Weathermen, its whether or not your men Whether or not your femme, Vast drop and gimme 10 Know your limits, Grimace, you cant finish All out of shape fishing for beef but out of bait Sherman Klumps in a writing slump no lie Nutty Proffessor, minus the sweater and bow tie Come take my lotto' Man, thats a waste With that tape, all you really robbing is your fan base You be claiming you a man but got big saggy tits Coppin all your sweaters from a store for fat chicks "If this was 86..." man if this was 86 Youd be sitting in baby shit, crying for some cake and shit "Vast is deep!" You kids dont understand Anyone can sound deep to an overzealous fan So protect that neck Shrek, before I strike again You and El-P = Lenny and George from Mice & Men The shit is getting old but the beef is fun Its like, 5 on 1 I got you fuckers on the run So get your facts straight, stop running your mouths I keep this mic with me, dog come and get m [ Mercy Killing Lyrics ]
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