The Stupendium, NemRaps The Apex (feat. NemRaps)

Текст песни "The Stupendium, NemRaps — The Apex (feat. NemRaps)"

CHORUS 1
I see a figure in the corner
I see a shadow on the wall
I see a new world order
Balanced on the brink
In a blink it’ll fall to the-
I see a close of an empire
I see a new architect
I see a fuse to be set fire
Forged in the wire
Pulled tight round your neck by the ICA

VERSE 01
The balance of power
Is a delicate thing
But cometh the hour
Cometh the king
Here at the summit
The pendulum swings
‘Cause like any puppet
The world’s on a string
Invisible glove with the globe on a thread
Just one man can cut it, can plummet the web
It is said on the back of the eyes of the dead
Is a terror in black with a tie burning red
With the blood that was spilled in a chilling whodunnit
Your cupboards are filled there’s no pinning the culprit
Assassins just pale when he’s kicking the buckets
Of madmen and magnates, the sick and corrupted
There’s a shape within the shadows
There’s a chill up in the air
No, your status doesn’t matter
Empty will or billionaire
In a palace or a manor
Manned with killers at your care
If you’re pencilled in his planner
Chance is he’s already there
Perhaps that new butler who walked past your henchmen?
And brandished that tumbler of port no-one questioned?
So hand in your number, report in to heaven
Those passes when punched, well they’re all forty-seven

CHORUS 2
I see a figure in the corner
I see a shadow on the wall
I see a new world order
Balanced on the brink
In a blink it’ll fall to the-
I see a close of an empire
I see a new architect
I see a fuse to be set fire
Forged in the wire
Pulled tight round your neck by the ICA

VERSE 02
Listen, thanks for all the warnings
my security's been beefed up several times since 9 this morning
checkpoints at every corner, lasers in ventilations
I've got bodyguards for bodyguards, no way he'll penetrate when
every unit on my team's supreme, completely redeemed in worthiness
which means I'm impervious to the schemes of mercenary services
my servants are subservient, don't move unless I say so
can't refuse my influence, half your crew is on my payroll
47 better lay low, or he might get 86'd
let's put a bounty on his head, that crass assassin makes me sick
if his barcode doesn't scan, we just need to price check him
blood spilling on my designer tiles, "clean up on aisle 7"
look, I'm not afraid of the ICA
I'm like 1000 floors up, they'll never find me... wait
is that a person lurking in the curtains? no it's gotta be the bourbon
'cause I'm certain my observers would've heard him
that would've been quite the feat for him to sneak past
Oh my God, it is him, I need to think fast
guards! someone stop this vigilante
please, I have a family... is this the end? No! It can't b-

Your plan was clandestinely running the show
But your clan is destined for coming to blows
With the man who’s the best in expunging his foes
Whilst casually dressed in their underling’s clothes
Security forces may find that it’s naptime
Scored by the faint lullaby of your flatline
Falling away as you find that you can’t fly
Or simply bake you a pie with a landmine

It’s the ominous addition that was hidden in your condiments
Topping you for thinking that you’re living without consequence
Grip around the populace whilst sitting in your opulence
You built your own sarcophagus, now that’s what I call providence
So ‘til your hour chimes you hide inside your ivory monuments
Build your tower too high don’t be surprised when there’s no oxygen
Where that power lies, yes there’s a price behind predominance
And forty-seven’s on the tag you’ll find upon your shopping list

CHORUS 3
I see a crack in the hourglass
I see a line in the sand
I see a world that will outlast
All of your plans
When you fall to the hands of the-
I see a tide that is shifting
I see a hole in the ark
I see curtain is lifting
Picking off targets
Now ripped of their masks by the-
I see a figure in the corner
I see a shadow on the wall
I see a new world order
Balanced on the brink
In a blink it’ll fall to the-
I see a close of an empire
I see a new architect
I see a fuse to be set fire
Forged in the wire
Pulled tight round your neck by the ICA