Satyricon Lyrics

Album: Unknown

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?