No Mercy Lyrics - Revolutionary, Vol. 1 - Immortal Technique

[Louis Farrakhan talking] 

"Brothers and sisters...friends....and I see some enemies. 

[Laughter and then applause] 

In fact I think we'd be fooling our self's if we had a audience 

this large and didn't realize that there were some enemies present." 

[Verse One] 

I'm a weapon that fires 

Lyrical projectiles with no mercy 

I'm cold blooded like reptiles 

Touch a pregnant bitch and make her give birth to a dead child 

Every time I flex styles 

Niggas vacate the premises and become exiles 

I manufacture rhymes like textiles of x-files 

And lighten juveniles 

Living life with no purpose 

Organize a army that will make the devil's nervous 

Competition is worthless 

Like the electoral vote 

If you provoke I'll break your motherfucking neck in a yoke 

Your better off throwing your shitty life away sniffing coke 

Technique will choke you into a spiritual state 

And it will take a lake of hydrochloric acid to soften this 

I'll fake your parents suicide and kill you in the orphanage 

But I inspire ideological metamorphosis 

Stop talking shit or I'll make your existence a memory 

So you can have me frozen cryogenically for centuries 

But I'll break the ice if anyone on the planet mentions me 

I'll burn a hypocritical flag intentionally 

Explosive revolutionary 

Chemistry's my destiny 

[Chorus: 2x] 

No mercy is what I chemically bomb on enemies 

Your life's a fucking mistake, technique is the remedy 

Destroy you before you become what you intended to be 

And in the future you'll worship those that descended from me 

[Verse Two] 

When I fight you I won't snipe you 

I'll use a HIV infected needle to strike you 

As well as anyone that vaguely resembles or looks like you 

And just to spite you I'll force your children 

At gun point to bite you 

And rip a piece off 

To start the beef off of the rest of your petty limited life 

I'm coming at cha to catch ya by surprising the sight 

Nobodies stupid enough to back ya when tactically attack ya 

Because my style is nasty like protruding bone fractures 

And your a played out dirty pussy devil 

Like Margaret Datcher 

But technique never get captured inside the rapture 

Cause I mastered the art of causing natural disasters 

You should learn the difference 

In between the students and the master 

My stature is the dispatcher of damaging decibels 

And even though my starving people are considered expendable 

I consecutively escape the racist court puritanical 

I spit raw kinetic energy that's immeasurable 

Retaliation for perpetration is unendable 

Mercy is not extendible 

I'll break your fucking brain down into psychological chemicals