No Mercy Low Profile

[Verse 1: WC]
Concentration, a method I use to allude
Or confuse or remove a sucker away from my crew
No mercy, I'm givin no slack to those who wack
Flinch an inch and get beat with a bat
Now here's a mellow rhyme I slapped together a few minutes ago
Pertainin to those who dissed the Low Pros
Kept us on hold, called us dead broke, yo
You know punk, I got the right to take your life on the go
Cause you'se a perpetrator, you ain't down, you're just around
And by, you step off, punk, before you get beat down
Brutally dissed, not only mental, but physical
Brought face to face to the 5'10" lyrical
WC, now it feels, hey yo, check it
When you mention my name, think of a Full Metal Jacket
Not mislead, I improvise and many buy it
But don't slip unless you wanna see a riot
Smile in my face, you're nothin but a backstabber
Roamin around sayin that I'm a weak rapper
To solo artists and crews and those who never heard of me
I'm here to say that the W is givin' no mercy

(He's got style
He's got grace
He's got humor
And he understands his format)