Mercy.

When I hear this song, all I can think about is the actual music.  I'm not too fond of the lyrics because let's just say they are predictable to the mainstream rap that's out there.  But the music is so fucking ridiculous. The combination of the harsh beats with the deeps voice, then this man comes out sounding like some foreign political refugee/tyrannical leader/zealot priest just combines into simply a genius dope song.  This is Kanye West at his best.  And I know he was in some way collaborating on the video because the video is even crazier. 

The video has the rappers dressed like Al-Qaeda/terrorists doing their thing in some random parking lot.  There are no booties, no titties, and the girl that's there is simply part of the gang or crew rapping their song to their beat.  I've always loved any rapper that can make a dope ass video without the excess cars, girls, and money.  This video was done with extra thought and care into it and you can see because it meshes so well with song, and in a way enhances the quality of the song to mean exactly what you thought the song was meant to be.  Sure the lyrics say "Lamborghini mercy, your chick she's so thirsty, I'm in the two seat lambo with your girl..." but yet the feeling you get from the song and the message has nothing to do with these lyrics.

My fascination with Kanye West has many dimensions, and I will attempt to explain when I am inspired in another post.  Not many people like him, but I think he is a genius when it comes to music.  Not only does he understand every component of making a song; but he is so gifted, he understands that with his music comes an evolution in sound, style, taste, lyrics, and overall persona.  This is his current evolution, and I am loving it.  Fuck Kim Kardashian and her whorish fame ways.  Kanye is a pioneer and a god-damned amazing producer, and he continues to learn new ways to reinvent his style and persona.  He has not showcased so much rapping ability these days, but he is so on point with his music, I am aching for his next song (or album because when he is in his zone, I almost break out in hives and start masturbating for hours).

I will post the lyrics because it's fun to sing along any song, but please don't pay them too much attention.  They really don't do justice to the song.  But this beat/song/melody is so dope, it can withstand that stupid "ass shaking" lyrics that makes rap often times stupid and misogynistic.  I love it regardless, like a big asshole.

[Bridge: "Fuzzy" Jones]
Well! It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe! Believe!

[Hook]
Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your bitch, she tryna jerk me

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Drop it to the floor, make that ass shake
Whoa, make the ground move, that's an ass quake
Built a house up on it, that's an ass state
Roll my blunt on it, that's an ass tray
Say Ye, say Ye, don't we do this every day-day?
I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day
Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay
And niggas still hating, so much hate I need an AK
Now we out in Paris, yeah I'm Perriering
White girls politicking that's that Sarah Palin
Gettin' high, Californicating
I give her that D, cause that's where I was born and raised in

[Hook] 
 
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I'm red leather, this coke chain, I'm Rick James, ho
I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman is pill popping, ho
I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money, all she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that's real money
Check the neck check the wrist, them heads turnin', that's exorcist
My Audemar like Mardi Gras, that's Swiss time and that's excellence
Two door preference, roof gone George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake so your Duncan Heinz is irrelevant
Lambo, Mercy-lago, she go wherever I go wherever we go we do it pronto

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Let the suicide doors up
I threw suicides on the tour bus
I threw suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I'm fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I'm the shit
Tell 'em, "Give me fifty million or I'mma quit"
Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-your-face level
Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid
Plus my bitch, make your bitch look like Precious
Something about Mary, she gone off that Molly
Now the whole party is melted like Dali
Now everybody is movin' they body
Don't sell me apartment, I'll move in the lobby
Niggas is loiterin' just to feel important
You gon' see lawyers and niggas in Jordan's

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
Ok, now catch up to my campaign, coupe the color of mayonnaise
I'm drunk and high at the same time drinkin' champaign on the airplane
Spit rounds like the gun range, beat it up like Rampage
100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a bandaid
Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon
Platinum diamonds backpack around me, co-signed by Louis Vuitton
Horse power, horse power, all this Polo on I got horse power
Pound of this cost four thousand, I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain pourin', all my cars is foreign
All my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan