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Vaporwave
- Shapeless, metamorphosis taken shape, smoke surrounds, like after a vape
- Cocoon breaks, the room quakes, orphases so cold like submergion under lakes
- Frozen, excursions useless, flame upon the stakes, needed to slaughter the snake
- But it started too late, passed the gas and become plasma, diverged at a fast rate
- Made to send others to their graves, pavement cracks and hate takes lyricists so fake
- Their souls, poision riding on a vaporwave, outlasting his pray based on their mistakes
- Attacking the rave and taking the cake, slicing up and slaying, the pen is a rake
- Step on it, comes right up in your face, dealing with someone at a light pace
- Breaking laws of physics from his dark cave, craving ravens with pencils, a race (erase)
- Running laps, causing irate feelings, steeling and feeding on souls who claim they’re great
- But their fates are sealed, to be concealed inside the one who matters, the one true state
- Of matter, pure energy, once one’s too late, to turn around from the number one, can’t escape
- The god of Ether, mockingjay, can’t figure out who’s hid in the hood, in Shade
- But you’re just buying time staying far away, the man’s a particle accelerator, vision fades
- Cuz you stuck your head inside, Bugorski, can’t bug or ski away despite the coldness being layed
- You’re late for your own death date, can’t hide from Doom saying Figaro, the ice is creamed, decayed
- (Chorus)
- Hell’s an elevator, for slayers who went sooner than later
- Met their fate, ate dust served from a waiter
- Satan, can’t cater to all in the hot kettle
- Meddling with melting metal, mad medals, feet on peddles
- Making the Abyss turn, turning the beat to slave
- Working on it, in order to slaughter the conclave
- Channeling from every pannel, brightness from sun rays
- And draining, behold the poision, hand on Vaporwave
- (Chorus End)
- You’ve heard he’s a myth, legend made for fright, but he’s real within the night
- Triggers you, responses fight or flight, my point of view’s to solely rap tight
- If I hit the goal, take a toll mentally, make my pen a joint, so the words ignite
- Pens a sword as well, so be grateful if I consider you a knight, alright?
- Because I can take life from the plains, then bring that life to a random plain area
- I rap for ransom, but money isn’t what makes me the constant main character
- It’s the fact that I use competition, they’re messed up, not even funny, they’ve hit a barrier
- They only use tablets, on every tab, let loose to roam on the internet, carriers
- Are needed in their life, so defeating the babbles of babies ain’t challenging
- I’m just unraveling their brains while fathoming being in they’re shoes, brainless, cackling
- I’m calm a lot, but when I ain’t, I trump on weaklings till they say bye then, back in the packaging
- I feel bad for those with writers block, stumped, not speaking while I’m out ravaging
- Just waiting for a scout for my attacking, so I can be spread to all corners
- Of the Earth, smacking bodies with another pandemic, I’m too sick when I own air
- I’m airborne, the owner of carnage, half heartless, so when I’m gone I don’t need a mourner
- I need a pawn, to spawn this, as in parts of my horns from Hades, made these to leave you torn there
- (Chorus)
- Hell’s an elevator, for slayers who went sooner than later
- Met their fate, ate dust served from a waiter
- Satan, can’t cater to all in the hot kettle
- Meddling with melting metal, mad medals, feet on peddles
- Making the Abyss turn, turning the beat to slave
- Working on it, in order to slaughter the conclave
- Channeling from every pannel, brightness from sun rays
- And draining, behold the poision, hand on Vaporwave
- (Chorus End)
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