Hype & the Nayborz - No Mercy Lyrics

Let's go a verse for a verse
I'm a killer it's more like a hearse for a hearse
My pen is a weapon and this shit 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 nigga 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 killing this shit 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 flick 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 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
Hello?
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 shit, not too many kick shit 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... nigga 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 niggas 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
Kill 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)