Mercury Rising

[Verse 1: Pacewon]
I'm the truth, like Wonder Woman, tie me with a golden lariat
I'm Jesus, you're a Judas Iscariot
But this time, in our universe, there's a variant
'Cause I'ma drop the cross and make you motherfuckers carry it
Get down on one knee and ask to marry it
Count each time it says no, and tally it
And I'll be in the Caddy with [?] and Dirty Harriet
So high I feel like I'm being pulled by thirty chariots
I can't explain the frame of mind that I am in
But I feel rejuvenated like I took a vitamin
That was filled with iron, and I'm seein' all these images
[?] Bradley Cooper did in Limitless
Every emcee needs to mimic this
And keep it pushing like cartels and syndicates
I don't know what has gotten into kids
They must be smokin' too much indica
I'm here to heal 'em like the Book of Leviticus
Sorry that I'm Blade, I was in the cut
I write a letter to the hood and seal it with a kiss
Take a picture of the hood and pin it up
I'm attached to it, like a puppet
And the string I'm hung from, I can't cut it
So each and every time you hear my fuckin' song, pump it
And don't act like a ass with a stick stuck up it, motherfucker

[Chorus]
Make no mistake, for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill
(Verbally killin') all these weak rappers
Make no mistake, for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill
(Verbally killin') you mothafuckin' bitches
Make no mistake, for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill
Weak rappers steady makin' hits, fuck that
Make no mistake, for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill
Weak rappers, (yo) fuck that

[Verse 2: Cy Marshall Law]
I come hot in the game, y'all rockin' the same
Channel the spirits of Rakim and Kane and start cockin' the flame
Like Cousteau, you gon' be Jacques-in' the name
Don't be surprised when I rocket to fame
I got hip-hop in my vein
I'm Super Saiyan, cyclone on the mic device
You would think there was a Cy clone, I'm twice as nice
I got friends that hold the toaster in a golden holster
They shoot bullets that fly from here to Nova Scotia
The flow is doper, when I'm done, I'll have more dough than Oprah
And a bad chick whose skin is the color of Coca-Cola
Rock the coast, talking head, God know
Even ghosts walk through walls to hear my flow
[?] illin' now
With that killin' style that's longer than the river Nile
Consider now how all these emcees cute and cuddly
Fly from Jerz to Hungary, humbly, y'all can't fuck with me
I stay sucka-free, you comin' out, but I'm goin' in
And tryna put me in a box is tryna vote to win
The inner tornado, I'm as calm as the Dalai Lama
No, it's not the ganja, I know that God is my body armor
I ain't American Pharaoh, but the nigga sounds?
Every verse is Triple Crown when I rip it down
I'm either for or against you, fuck a middle ground
Even at my own house party, don't play or kid around

[Chorus]
Make no mistake, for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill
(Verbally killin') all these weak rappers
Make no mistake, for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill
(Verbally killin') you mothafuckin' bitches
Make no mistake, for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill
Weak rappers steady makin' hits, fuck that
Make no mistake, for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill
Weak rappers - fuck that

[Outro]
All these weak rappers steady makin' hits, fuck that
All these weak rappers steady makin' hits, fuck that
All these weak rappers makin' hits, fuck that
Step up and test the skills, you can get my testicles