7L - Mercy k**ing lyrics

[Verse One] You can find me in the club where the huns at Muthaf** 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 sh** No scientifical sh** And you cats talk about it like it's still in your whip If you're large as you say, why you still sweating Shay? Pissed cuz I reminisce about boom-bap You just made cause you make your money off nerd-rap And can never change that, the fact you make soft sh** Embara**ed, so you gotta remind us about the profit Sorry that I study from the blueprint And don't a**ociate with your nerd-rap movement "Independently I sold..." man, get over yourself Every interview I read it's like your blowing yourself Putting dough on your shelf? Stop hoeing yourself You're 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 motherf**er you should've came to me But no, write a dis, hope you won't get caught Cause you know I never peep sh** from Gaysop Rock Listen, I liked Funcrusher that was that But then you heard Dr. Octagon and never looked back "Blue Flowers!" Allow me flex my true powers And send this f**ing hobbit back to the Two Towers ..............No I'm not stopping yet Bars of d**h ain't done it ain't dropping yet I got jokes about your face believe me But dissing you because of your looks is too easy You can't help that you a Keebler elf "Mr. Be Yourself," you should see yourself I saw that DVD man I can't understand Why you find it so hard to shake a fan's hand These are the cats that love you when you do sh** And actually think the stuff you make is music But this is hip-hop, kid, don't confuse it With herbs trying to hard to make "that new sh**" b**hing about doing a show for short change is fine But taping it is asinine Then releasing it? That's an ego trip Get off your own dick, that's some ego sh** (f** outta here) Revolution ain't them beats you record Sounding like my girl's cat when it walks across my keyboard You ain't different, you just can't work your equipment Now don't 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 Vedder If you a true b-boy, explain that mohawk And the Fred Perry sweater That look is priceless! Now who's the muthaf**er with the identity crisis? You ain't mad at me dog, you mad at what you've become [Verse Two] Banned from New York? Motherf**er don't 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? Ain't no Biggie in you Fat sloppy f**, 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 cover band 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 I'll treat you like a Tauntaun, and slash your flesh And give New York's homeless a place to rest It ain't about the Weathermen, it's whether or not your men Whether or not your femme, Vast drop and gimme 10 Know your limits, Grimace, you can't finish All out of shape fishing for beef, but out of bait Sherman Klump's in a writing slump no lie Nutty Proffessor, minus the sweater and bow tie Come take my lotto? Man, that's 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 You'd be sitting in baby sh**, crying for some cake and sh** "Vast is deep!" You kids don't 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 sh** is getting old but the beef is fun It's like, 5 on 1 I got you f**ers on the run So get your facts straight, stop running your mouths I keep this mic with me, dog come and get me