Mercury
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I don't wanna hear nobody sleepy ass beats
This is for my peeps rockin' hoodies, twenty deep
Boom it in your lex coupes, beamers and your jeeps
Strictly for the streets
Boom bap, no bleeps
That's so weak
Background music
Elevator vibes
Track sounds stupid
Yeah, I'm hatin' on the creation that makes you happy
Fuck how you feel
You could never out rap me
Not on that beat
Sounds like a lullaby
Drums are dumb soft like wings on a butterfly
Battle who? Please, you lookin' for another guy
Underground rapper? Yeah, I know you are but what am I?
Swift
The man, the myth and the legend
Split the opposition to splinters in sixty seconds
The era that I'm reppin known for rappin' with aggression
Peace to Fela Kuti
He said music is a weapon
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Your song belongs in a anime
Type of shit I play to clean the house on Saturday
Get up off the stage, take the herb skit thataway
Producers who don't make beats for rappers, all I have to say is
Eat shit
Choke on it and die
Your instrumentals was tight but the performance was dry
You pressed play, turned some knobs
Suckers thought it was fly
But I don't really recognize it like the Fourth of July
Nah
I'm not impressed, son
I'm over the nonsense
The music that you makin' lacks emotional content
Watered down Hip Hop with low-pass filters
Listen, you're never gonna be the new J Dilla
Let that man rest
Copy cat styles is pitiful
Just keep it real, get your own and be original
And while you're at it, make a beat with a spine
I wanna feel some knock to it while I'm speaking my mind
Make it hard
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
I'm the lovechild of Chuck D and Nikki Giovanni
You a fuck boy
Just got a new toy and some molly
Playing smiley face emoji music
I make soldier music
I make them niggas change they name to Ayatollah music
You on a cruise ship, sailing with your boo thang
I'm in that school of sharks, studying that Wu Tang
You like hakuna matata
I'm like bomaye
Especially when that Swift beat hittin' like the kumite
You reply to texts with the letter "k?"
I'm like fuck off my jack, nigga
Have a nice day
Hard for no reason
Timbs on the beach, bitch
This for niggas smokin' Backwoods with seeds in'em
This for smokin' Backwoods with no trees in'em
This for niggas shittin' government cheese
Keep making beats with them water color tattoos
You gon' get the beats
Yeah we gon' get at you
Hard
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard




I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Mercury" by N.E.C. express the artist's disdain for mediocre beats and his dedication to producing music that resonates with the streets. He dismisses "sleepy ass beats" and asserts that his music is strictly for the people rocking hoodies and representing their communities. The use of boom bap without any artificial sounds or bleeps is emphasized as a sign of authenticity and strength. He criticizes background elevator music and describes it as weak and boring. This reflects his commitment to creating impactful and powerful tracks.


N.E.C. also displays his confidence in his own rap skills, claiming that no one can out-rap him on the beat in question. He likens the drums in the beat to a lullaby, lacking the force and intensity that he believes rap music should possess. He poses a challenge to any potential opponent, suggesting that they are looking for someone else to battle instead of facing him directly. N.E.C. takes pride in being an underground rapper and questions the identity of those who claim to be the same, asserting his authenticity and superiority.


The artist pays tribute to Fela Kuti, recognizing music as a powerful weapon. He positions himself as a legend, capable of tearing apart his opposition in just sixty seconds. This references both his rapid rap style and the impact of his music. N.E.C. likens his beats to two-day-old sh*t, emphasizing his preference for unapologetic, hard-hitting tracks. He does not seek to create music that belongs in an anime or creates a pleasant atmosphere for cleaning the house. Instead, he aspires for music that elicits strong emotions and makes a lasting impact.


N.E.C. criticizes producers who do not cater specifically to rappers, implying that their lack of understanding and appreciation for the genre results in dry and uninspiring performances. He challenges their lack of individuality and calls for originality and creativity. In addition, N.E.C. rejects copycat styles and encourages artists to create their own distinctive sound. He also highlights the importance of beats with a backbone, ones that make the listener feel the impact while expressing their own thoughts passionately.


In the final section of the lyrics, N.E.C. contrasts himself with other artists, belittling their music and style. The reference to being the lovechild of Chuck D (from Public Enemy) and Nikki Giovanni (poet) symbolizes his blend of political activism and artistic expression. He ridicules those who adopt a "fuck boy" persona and participate in drug culture, claiming that he creates music for soldiers and the revolutionary-minded. N.E.C. continues to differentiate himself by engaging with the deeper meaning behind his art, while suggesting that others prioritize superficial pleasures. He embraces a harder, more gritty approach, celebrating those who struggle but persevere. Ultimately, N.E.C. embodies the spirit of authenticity and challenges others to match his level of commitment and intensity.




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Written by: Anthony Scott, Terrance Harris

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