I Brought the Booth

NO MERCY

Intro — low voice

Yeah...

Turn the lights off.

I want them to hear this one.

No mercy.

Verse 1

You built a fake throne, now you're scared of the real king,

Your whole career's a trailer — mine's the actual film.

You wear confidence like clothes that somebody else tailored,

One verse from me and that whole image gets dismantled.

You ain't competition, you're a cautionary example,

I don't throw subliminals — I make every line substantial.

Your pen got no edge, mine cuts through the instrumental,

You call yourself elite — that's a questionable credential.

Your best sixteen sounds like my unfinished draft,

Your whole catalogue couldn't fill up half my notebook.

You chase clout like oxygen, I breathe without attention,

You need a room full of people just to feel like you're respected.

Hook

NO MERCY!

I came for the crown, not the conversation.

NO MERCY!

Your whole reputation needs an explanation.

NO MERCY!

You talk like a giant, but your shadow tells the truth.

NO MERCY!

I don't need to destroy you —

I just need the booth.

Verse 2

You confuse being known with being respected,

Confuse being loud with being effective.

You got a thousand opinions, none of them impressive,

I'm surgical with words — every sentence gets dissected.

Your ego got expensive, but the talent stayed cheap,

You sell dreams to yourself that you can't even keep.

You wanted a battle, but you brought me a speech,

I'm ten steps ahead while you're still trying to reach.

I don't need your downfall, your own habits do the work,

I'm just holding up the mirror — let the reflection do the hurt.

You wanted my attention, now you're wishing I forgot,

Be careful what you summon when you knock upon the door.

Hook

NO MERCY!

I came for the crown, not the conversation.

NO MERCY!

Your whole reputation needs an explanation.

NO MERCY!

You talk like a giant, but your shadow tells the truth.

NO MERCY!

I don't need to destroy you —

I just need the booth.

Bridge — whispered

No threats.

No drama.

Just facts.

You brought your name.

I brought the pen.

That's the difference.

Verse 3

I'm the nightmare your confidence forgot to prepare for,

The question on the test that you never studied for.

You wanted war with words, now you're allergic to the metaphor,

Every line leaves your ego looking smaller than before.

Your whole persona got cracks underneath the paint,

I don't have to expose you — your own lyrics do it anyway.

You call yourself a legend, but legends leave a footprint,

Your only legacy so far is telling people you're a big deal.

I'm not chasing your respect, I don't need your approval,

I walked into the booth and turned pressure into fuel.

You can screenshot every bar, put the quotes on your wall,

But when they ask who really did it — they'll remember who stood tall.

Final Hook

NO MERCY!

No excuses, no negotiation.

NO MERCY!

This is lyrical demolition.

NO MERCY!

Let the beat breathe — let the silence tell the truth.

NO MERCY!

You brought your whole reputation...

I brought the booth.

Outro

Lights back on.

That's enough.

Now everybody knows.