Lord Have Mercy (junio A & Lil' Sain Diss) Lyrics - Singles - Jempas & Tha Real U

[Verse 1: Tha Real U] [Lyrical Verse] 

Dark past, full of evil endeavours 

Illuminating the dark world 

With stupid errors 

Terrors? 

I have none 

Boy, I'm hooked up 

To the son 

ADSL Connection 

To a place called 

New Jerusalem 

Ill Scripts 

Bro, they sound way to gham 

Exclamation mark in Junio? 

Sorry man, That's dum 

What's the A for? 

The Alphabet? 

Last time I heard 

These idiots 

Only started learning how to rap 

So they dissed Major 

Is that supposed to be a threat? 

They more like a diss to themselves 

Cause they sound rather crap 

yeah I know I'm moderate 

But for you losers 

Psychology is what you need to be 

Lyrically appropriate 

Don't mess with that 

The Realist on this track 

Kill Mathematics 

Best believe I kill 

Useless crap 

Blah blah blah 

There u go again 

With that 

Rhyme of some1 in a professional shack 

So your boast about opinions 

I'ma boast about the facts 

YEAH!! 

Hala back 

[Hook] 

Lord Have Mercy & pity on your son 

From what I once was to what I have become 

Lord Have Mercy, L L L Lord Have Mercy 

Lord Have Mercy and pity on your son 

[Verse 2: Jempas] 

Lord have mercy on them 

They just little rookies 

They dont really know what they doing 

They dont know the game 

They dont know whats cooking 

You all just lil Chihuahuas tryna bark out loud 

But dont ever let me catch you rats 

In front of a crowd 

Coz then you gon die boy 

Ill knock out your lights boy 

I swear youll never make it out here alive boy 

You ni**as like lying 

You all just liar liars 

The only truth you told 

Is that you are bev*k 

In your kop 

And you smell like gop 

Your eye-balls look like snot 

They only style you like 

Is handing out blow-jobs 

Junio-A? What the f*ck thats gay 

You asses think yal insane 

But for yal its all just in vain 

[Hook] 

Lord Have Mercy & pity on your son 

From what I once was to what I have become 

Lord Have Mercy, L L L Lord Have Mercy 

Lord Have Mercy and pity on your son 

[Verse 3: Tha Real U] [Message Verse] 

Now I'm back in this thing 

Let your autotune sing 

That I am an underground king 

Now matter wat you damnwell think 

Ous is bev*k? 

Sowi hulle klink 

soe 'n drol in a toilet 

dat is geblok 

Lil sain? Lil insain? 

My bru, even your rap name 

Sounds like it's a big pain 

In the A you know 

The one you see next to that 

Stupid name called Romeo and Junio 

Yeah I called him gay, that white stripe don't lie 

And I know your brothers on that track 

down in Weston 

Ha they should rather die 

Whatever u got on with Tylon 

I don't give a shit 

But I just want yal to know 

I'm the educator 

And I'm teaching it! 

Close your eyes homie I'ma about to start 

Preaching it 

Lord have mercy 

Upon these rappers who have no idea 

What real Hip-Hop is 

This for Legacii too 

They think they really cool 

Shaloma brings the peace 

But the peace I have 

The world can't give to you 

Go back to school 

Where you actually use real words 

Instead of swearing 

With useless curse words 

And yo I got more plays 

Then you so bunny 

Shut up, cause you only one of 

The West Coasts bottom few 

I challenge you 

To an online duel 

Let's see who still has 

Enough fuel 

I have a tank 

That takes me to heaven and back 

You have a drank 

That makes u piss rhymes 

That sounds like the shit 

Your constipated ass 

Forever lacked 

R.E.A.L Me 

F.A.K.E You 

My flow, original 

My theme, spiritual 

My aim, inspirational 

Yal aim? 

It's nothing at all. 

Escalator up like I'm at Weskus Mall 

But to yal it's just a fall 

I hope they kick yal like a ball 

Quit, quit, quit being hollow 

Your rhymes so clich like YOLO 

Kiss my ass, you deserve that sorrow 

Sooner or later you can kiss my polo 

Sorry gay boy, but no homo! 

(haha haha ha ha ha ha ha haaa) 

[Hook] 

Lord Have Mercy & pity on your son 

From what I once was to what I have become 

Lord Have Mercy, L L L Lord Have Mercy 

Lord Have Mercy and pity on your son