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Traprap

Title: "No Mercy" Yo, I came from the dirt where the snakes don't hiss, They bite first, leave a mark, then they slither in mist. No handouts, just handcuffs, life on the edge, Now I'm carving every verse like a blade to the ledge. Heart cold like the winter in a steel trap zone, Made of chrome and ambition, I don’t kneee unfold

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Title: "No Mercy" Yo, I came from the dirt where the snakes don't hiss, They bite first, leave a mark, then they slither in mist. No handouts, just handcuffs, life on the edge, Now I'm carving every verse like a blade to the ledge. Heart cold like the winter in a steel trap zone, Made of chrome and ambition, I don’t kneee unfold

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