Red Mercury / White Lies ft. Queens Bully Lyrics

Yo

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yo

I never understood the point of finger-pointing

I've been appointed, no more filling voids, it gets avoided

Self-employed, had a time machine and I destroyed it

After I paid a visit to my ex and destroyed her toilet

Funny, but don't miss the point, point your Mrs. out

Point my finger, I bet she's getting straight to the point

Sit by the lake, smoke a joint, discussing joint-ventures

Jon Voight westerns, anointed members

Members Only flight jacket, patch on the right side

Don't get gassed up and left flabbergasted, 14-hour flight times

Barely steering, keep the steel in the beam

Drive like I'm stealing this thing

Clear as it seems, it's still a pyramid scheme

The threat of war is what turned this kid to a man

I'm a furnace you just a fan

Touch me, you might burn your shit, tourniquets on your hand

These robots throw shots, I'm returning those in advance

Put my work in museums

It's an emergency

Bodies getting burnt beyond the third degree

Every time the shit goes down, they gotta turn to me

Quick, somebody prep the doc for surgery

It's an emergency

It feels like we've been waiting an eternity

Infrared, my inferiors fill infirmaries

This is a weapon we never seen, Red Mercury

They rig elections while you dummies sit still, stiff, rigor mortis

Mini tortoise on my wrist, paper by the book

Borders with the flips, taking trips, gorgeous

Told that pretty bitch "fix your lips, skill the spliff the way I taught you or get deported"

Back down, they'll stab you in the back now, proceed with caution

Heed your losses before you need a coffin

The ones that beef with us can't seem to keep the reaper off 'em

Lost my heart, when I found it, it was Steven Austin

Eventually it's gon' be me inside the coffin

I'm still sipping this lean, preventing me from coughing

Barely still, still barely here

Steel barricades wont shield you, might kill you and steal your accolades

I got the pot of gold and still got the same luck

Can't put too much faith in the braintrust, check your balance

I know to question everything my brain trusts

Might hold the bank up to check my balance

Time to flex my talents

It's an emergency

Bodies getting burnt beyond the third degree

Every time the shit goes down, they gotta turn to me

Quick, somebody prep the doc for surgery

It's an emergency

It feels like we've been waiting an eternity

Infrared, my inferiors fill infirmaries

This is a weapon we never seen, Red Mercury

I'm preaching peace through the war machine

Black and white lies, there ain't no color on the screen

Warm breeze, St. Augustine

But I prefer forest green, it's more serene

It's all a dream, but it's more a scheme, stay schematic

Keep it simple or you can't attack it

I can't remain stagnant, rather play in traffic, Stag is grey metallic

I'm reloading until pain is absent

Break it down, separate the fragments, break your habits, detachment

Scopes and lasers, I've attached several, laser vision

Only recycle when I scrap metal, plagiarism

You see the cymbals when I clap metal, play the villain

Get your flowers, don't backpedal or play the victim

Peddling thoughts that can't be bought

But can be taught, you slack by nature, of course you lost

I saw the cross before the cross, cause for reinforcements

Surround my fortress

Voice is hoarse, discourse with the source, important

It had to happen

No magic dragon

I'mma catch you later

Little Jackie Draper