Hayce Lemsi – Mercy (English lyrics)

Intro :
Lower the drawbridge
Lower the drawbridge
Lower the drawbridge
The Prince has arrived
He’s here, the Prince is here
H.A.Y.C.E

1st verse :
She’s a fat bitch
Even if you pay her the latest Lamborghini she won’t thank you
I’ll fuck up everything that you like, make your life a living hell
Don’t ever try to divert Lemsi’s girl
I slice them up when it comes to rap, I’ve got the manners of an arab prince
I do the turn of Paris in a flash like the black Prince
I’ve got broadband when it’s lagging, with an indelible on the subway train
I’ll fuck you up even if you’re built like Brock Lesnar
Don’t stress my clique out too much, don’t stare at my litlle sister too much
Because it could end up in post traumatic stress
I light you up with an automatic
Avoid listening to me at the steering wheel if you like my music
Do it for me, cousin
I’m delivering the same fight as Borsalino
Gasolina flow, I’ll blow everything up
Life is a boxing match, homie, at birth you’re taken to the weight-in
Are men born free and equal in rights ?
The intolerance feeds the soul of a thousand faschists
Marianne isn’t easy on the Burkini
One prefectoral decree and you would think it’s Burkina Faso
Anyways, there’s so many of them who wish to see me fail
My life is being profitable when you’re looking at time passing by
I don’t have time for your childishness or your stupidness
Bico blacko blanco : I’m not changing my motto

Chorus :
Yesterday doesn’t exist anymore
Tommorow probably won’t never come
I’ll come down crashing on them like the storm
Bico, I release a sour rage
Algerian from barrio, I was born with my middle finger up
I had nothing, amigo, but I had to set out for the sea
Tell them that it’s no pain no gain
I’ll make you respect the kalash
Spray up the rap game, rap game
These Bicos became Dallas whore
Tell them that it’s no pain no gain
I’ll make you respect the kalash
Spray up the rap game, rap game

2nd verse :
The jealous ones will be verging on anorexia
I’m cultivated, as if I did years of medical studies
I’ll make you respect Master Lemsi
Stop trying to be a rapper, you don’t ever write
You only care about your textile, dirty bitch
I’m not one of those rappers who hide in their studios
I’m all over France and I’m taking selfie after selfie
My neighbor who snobbed me his whole life
Hears my voice haunting his daughters bedroom
Even as a family man I’ll still be a bad boy
Not a bum who beats his wife up under alcohol
My arab, you’re sending me pics, you should buy yourself a pair of balls
I’ll come down crashing on you like the thunder before finishing you off on the floor
Fucking mothers in the rap game, I’m only good at that
I don’t have the same vision of life, not the same painting brush
I’m a real Parisian, determined like my homie Inso
I’ll get my royal crowning à la Bokassa
No one wants to build a hotel on rue de la paix
You guys are only good at building whore houses on blowjob street
Stop cheating on your loca if you’re scared of losing her
You’ll end up at your mother’s house crying on her petticoats
I’m a different man, I’m going my own way
You’ll stop boycotting me with a bullet in your body
We’ll scratch you off the map
And I still wonder if I’m a big bastard or a golden man
Big Lemsi yeah hoe

Chorus :
Yesterday doesn’t exist anymore
Tommrow probably won’t never come
I’ll come down crashing on them like the storm
Bico, I release a sour rage
Algerian from barrio, I was born with my middle finger up
I had nothing, amigo, but I had to set out for the sea
Tell them that it’s no pain no gain
I’ll make you respect the kalash
Spray up the rap game, rap game
These Bicos became Dallas whore
Tell them that it’s no pain no gain
I’ll make you respect the kalash
Spray up the rap game, rap game

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