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)