Mercury

We went from moving stones to putting vitamins into flesh and bones

Huts made of straw to home made of carbone

Evolution of humans, shown through and through

Do you accept that it’s true, or spin like a slick tube

Miss the cues to prove why you can’t prove

What’s write and wrong I believe so too

Rolling chokers in the theaters, words preaching in the speaker

The classroom teacher said we evolved from amoebas

The local priest and preacher said we emerged from the Breather

Through my heart and the impeachers my soul burns the reefer

I smoke it all out then forgot about the features

Defending my land like Tribes who Somalian

Skinning intruders like a dermatologist

The don’t wanna honour us with something greater than piss

So leave outsiders alone or get your head blown

From now and arrows speeding like a torpedo

 

RIP Steelo, was only 3 when you left earth

Now your legacy remains in the air of the turf

I hope to search and apply it like a perk

To become like you, rhyme like him, no church

But work till my nerves give in an purge

That reminisce on this life for what it’s worth

Most evident, Pro Era in your residence

That’s just the evidence that they still relevant

Brooklyn to the Six, and the Six to the Y

Not New York but the Phil-L-Y

Back at the city in the ally, oh my

Not a whack rap I know for sure that

When my thoughts turn black, my wisdom will adapt

And suit all the traps that the rugrats attached

Calling for dispatch, which one should they blast

They don’t care for that, just empty the clip and GAT

That’s not cool Homie, leave the bullets and the scraps

All that trigger pulling got you having flashbacks

To a time where the same gun had clapped at

Your poor dad so your trying to get revenge so the innocent can also live that?

It’s whack, but the 2s and the Mac’s all back

Half a chit chat about the stars and the facts

Your just a scrap, make a living just for that

 

Following all of that, my poetry flows from my starter pack

Watering tracks with cocaine laced raps

Contracted for money laundering Maps

Cross out the remaining apartments and flats

For who needs to pay us right back like that

Come on man, don’t you pose a lil sympathy

What if his pops died and failed suicide misrebly?

And now you wanna press him for a small 3 piece?

Man have the money, I pull it out like a bunny

In a magical hat, I’m funny in these tracks

But serious topics deserve all the attention

Not to mention that half of you are lost without religion

Even if you do, even Satan believes

So what type of blatant deities do you plead?

Do distinct yourself from all these dweebs

Probably nothing, yall make me wanna go and bleed

And use it to put on my house to protect me in my sleep

So the holy lamb will wipe out the evil Sheep

And leave me living comfortably off if gut instinct

That’s distinct, yo peace