[Intro: Lil' Fame]

Oh! Hear me though!

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch & M.O.P.]

They'll bury me with my SP-1200 (For sure!)

Fuck the trinity, inseminate the Earth, now – take its virginity

In my vicinity, rap is like energy packs, 

Sending me back behind enemy line to rap to

Melodic melodies, never melodramatic

But hypnotic, like cellos, for fellow fanatics

I fiend for; you fuck-wits, inappropriate

Fill 'em with so much lead, they'll call Berger and Associates

This rhyme–will remain in the minds of my foes forever in infamy

The epitome of lyrical epiphanies

Skilfully-placed poems, and carefully planned symphonies

Who would be ignorant enough to have the audacity

To fuck with the likes of I and my tenacity?

This is what you get when you fuck with the likes of

The magnanimous flows of total assholes and ignoramuses

M.O.P. slash Pharoahe Monch cause damages

The advantage is we banish artists, labels, and managers

Amateurs found six feet deep in metal canisters – we

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & M.O.P.]

Show no mercy

For the love of this shit here, niggas are bloodthirsty

Drop! Load!

Locked! Hammer!

Aim! Cocked!

Show no mercy

For the love of this shit here, niggas are bloodthirsty

Drop! Load!

Locked! Hammer!

Aim!

[Verse 2: Lil' Fame, (Billy Danze)]

Lil' Fame bring it live, yo – that's what I strive for

I'ma settle this before you get to call five-oh

You wan' see mi' four-five blow? (No!)

Nigga, put the phone down, 'fore I dump two times four

What you wan' cry for?!

You know that my hammer is heavy, and it got kick like Tae Kwon Do, 

"Now you gwon die" flow

I'ma show you how to stretch a motherfucker, if you wan' watch Tae Bo

(Yo, we down by law)

And what I hold this pound down for is for me to put it down (By force)

'Til it's like downhill

I'ma make a nigga smell the corpse from King County Morgue in Brownsville (Ohhh!)

Rep your hood and wave the flag

For almighty Pharoahe, Fizzy Womack, and Danze

(Guns up!) Guns down!

(From sun up!) To sundown!

Make you sing 'til ya a-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, dow!

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & M.O.P.]

Show no mercy

For the love of this shit here, niggas are bloodthirsty

Drop! Load!

Locked! Hammer!

Aim! Cocked!

Show no mercy

For the love of this shit here, niggas are bloodthirsty

Drop! Load!

Locked! Hammer!

Aim! Cocked!

[Verse 3: Billy Danze]

I'ma put you cowards in perspective

If you looking for child's play, don't look my way

They have never gave me any credit

So I developed a homicide fetish (Deal with it, motherfucker!)

It's your call –

It's only seven ways a nigga usually fall, I'm abusing 'em all

Now will the real gunnas please stand? Get up against the wall

(Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!) (Yes, yes, y'all!)

Make it easy on yourself – Danze don't sleep

When I catch you on a creep, 

I'll lift the ground right from up under your feet

That's word to 'Lah, be a man and prepare to die

It's the return of the hooded soldier, 

Your man should've told ya (Be cautious if he's walking sideways)

Intended to blaze (First Family!)

And Pharoahe Monch – studying criminal ways

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & M.O.P.]

Show no mercy

For the love of this shit here, niggas are bloodthirsty

Drop! Load!

Locked! Hammer!

Aim! Cocked!

Show no mercy

For the love of this shit here, niggas are bloodthirsty

Drop! Load!

Locked! Hammer!

Aim! Cocked!