Mercy
Yeah
Uh open and close it
Exposed like I know shit
Find out I don't know nothing we entering a cold summer
Oh mama we here don't let the world stop ya
Flyer than a chopper helicopter Rest In Peace Mamba
I'm Slick Rick with the eye patch my eye on the rise
Cyclopes in this context we shoot for the stars oh yeah
Oh yeah we shoot for the stars
In the kitchen making bacon this is food from the art
This is food from the heart we the beautiful bunch
This is magic this is talent we the truth from above
It never stops
Back in the booth back in the house
Back in the gym we weight lift nigga back to the bounce page yeah
Okay I'm cruising on my second wind
Pass the pen let the games begin
We outside they can't cave us in
Too many chiefs out here where the Indians
Y'all too far gone It's cool I'm finna reel you in
Have mercy have mercy have mercy on me
Have mercy on me
So have mercy have mercy have mercy on me
Have mercy on me
Cause I need you ehh
I need you eh heh
Yeah yeah
Page full of apostrophes I'm lost in this monopoly
I'm counting days I'm working towards a prophecy
I'm scotching pieces I'm picking beats with a different feel
Chasing a vivid dream fame ain't really what it seems
This shit a paradox unorthodox outside the box
My thoughts is parallel to a rocket launcher or a shooting star
I'm too involved can never fail
I'm too inspired
Truth is I find a pocket working my ass off
I'm too evolved
This is oil money smooth we the new Qatar
Jimmy Hendrix with a new guitar yeah
So have mercy on us
We the gifted we the lifted we the merciless bunch
Couple kids with no joy
Pictures like a polaroid
We still destroy so destructive
This life is null and void yeah yeah
So have mercy on us
Have mercy on us good Lord
Have mercy have mercy have mercy on me
Have mercy on me
So have mercy have mercy have mercy on me
Have mercy on me
Cause I need you ehh
I need you eh heh
Yeah yea yea
Autor(es): Siphelele Vazo Mnyande
