The Stupendium, NemRaps - The Apex lyrics

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 around your neck by the ICA

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 mad men 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 into heaven
Those passes when punched, well
They're all 47


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 around your neck by the ICA

Listen, thanks for all the warnings
My security's been beefed up several
Times since nine 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 of your
Crew is on my payroll 47 better lay low or
He might get eighty-sixed
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 seven
Look, I'm not afraid of the ICA
I'm like a thousand floors up
They'll never find me- wait
Is that a person lurking in the curtains?
Nah, 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
While casually dressed in
Their underlings' 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 while
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 47's on the tag you'll
Find upon your shopping list

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 a curtain is lifting
Picking off targets
Now ripped of their masks
By the ICA, 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 around your neck by the ICA