Mental Mercury Lyrics

Mental Mercury lyrics

featuring Jay Z 

[Sauce Money] 
I lay my gun fine  ideas be as bright
as the sunshine 
Shook the rap game with just one line 
When me and my
niggaz combine  all day  you know what? 
Sometimes  I run with mad niggaz
who done time 
Hit you with eight  from one nine  now you showin the vein

My shells is like information  go in your brain 
Holdin my slug  before
you squeeze em show em the love 
Burn your fingertips so throw em a glove,
understand me 
Before my album drop, cop the Grammy, uncanny 
Bought my
first Role' from Manny 
Dirty burners my crew never hand me, nigga we family

You not, get shot, get caught slippin like Dexter Manley 
with at least
ten lead, spray right, paint your skin red 
Damn we, all the shit you can't
be 
We big time, you small time, real small like how an ant be 
Marcy,
bust a shot for Metcalf, Tilo and Danny 
Peace to the Bureils, Cut Wop and
Stanley 
Boom Moet and bow, my whole set is wild 
Past threats, frontin
flash singles and that's bent 
Fuck a bitch, you know the drill 
Cut a
chick or a suck a dick 

[Jay-Z] 
Jigga, what the fuck? 
As a youth
explosively, clappin off the roof 
Shootin guard like Kobe, raised up slay
smears and bo'e 
Back then, Gil was my codiene, Spanish Jose 
showed me
how to get the money niggaz owed me 
Fast forward, no kids, six cars and
three Role's 
Two cribs, trips to Cuba, sippin on Uba 
Got rap in a
stupor, first to clap your group up 
from the Range with the ski rack, or
six with the Ruger 
Shit, I light the motherfuckin soundproof booth up

New shit, y'all say the same shit like you're looped up 
Your rap's all
lazy, Jigga the Black Scorcese 
What your album lack is more Jay-Z 
Code
name: Jay-hovah, all praise me 
Y'all don't paint pictures, y'all all trace
me 
You've yet to see the day when my squad be done 
I represent that
shit nigga, Marcy son, what?