Artist: Lord Have Mercy Album: Come On Down EP Song: Charge Typed by: admin@theelordhavemercy.com / pitt55@comcast.net [Intro] See, in the beginning I gave love And I got lies I gave brotherhood And I got betrayal So now here in the end I will give darkness! And I will get the vengeance needed to free my heart! C'mon! [Verse 1] Now I bring it dead wrong, cause somehow it's righteous to kill I cry tears with god, visit Christ on the hill Devour six squads and show I'm nice with the skills Powerful pit jaws put your life on the chill I don't party ya'll, I just MC-body ya'll Crowd streets like Mardi Gras, you probably saw Now Lord Have its car crashes, orgasms Broad caskett, raw rappin, all action [We don't play around Fuck that lay ya down] Don't insult me Fuck rapping' for fame I'll rap till these niggas is gauze wrapping' your brain All actual pain fall back in your lane Call pastors on gains, enjoy blasting' the range Hardcore fractured your face, I'm back on the case Have your jaw line tapping' your waste, “the fuck out my face"! [Chorus] Stand up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] Hands up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] Man up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] People, got what you want Stand up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] Hands up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] Man up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] People, got what you want [Verse 2] Yeah, I walk through the shadow of death I'm going' fear no evil you don't know me Nigga I fear no evil Priceless rhyme sliced your spine you're all see-through Life of crime, life divine they all evil It's a cold world, stray shots hit your Mrs from west coast niggas that rock socks with slippers Or east coast niggas with scuffed up chuka-tims on some motherfuck-a-you, fuck-a-her, fuck-a-him! [Back up, we getting' strong Act up, let's get it on] YES-hold my Sword & Shield properly Rust these blades trust these ways, cut sloppy weed Must be payed, fuck these games No lottery's Fuck these dames, suck these brains, and give lobotomies My music whispers futuristic space odyssey's Do 'em how they gotta be, represent properly [Chorus] Stand up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] Hands up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] Man up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] People, got what you want Stand up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] Hands up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] Man up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] People, got what you want [Verse 3] There is no mercy, so let my death certificate blaze if we face off I'll rip your face off like Nicolas Cage Got a heavy heart, and ridiculous rage I was [?] from the start, you a trick in these days Keep it barbaric, the god had it with all'a ya'll Bump heads with niggas, now they falling' off Concentrations send your camps to holocaust Bloody, now haul 'em off too cruddy, and can't call 'em off cause [We aint backing down We just back 'em down] Six feet deeper, I dig a ditch with the reaper Drill a clip, put they feet up Street sweeper made 'em see us [Chorus] Stand up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] Hands up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] Man up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] People, got what you want Stand up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] Hands up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] Man up [Charge], let's get it on [Charge] People, got what you want [Outro] Yeah Sword & Shield It's all to the real It's all for the thrill It's all for the kill Lord Have Ice Pirate Yeah, c'mon