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Shade Apollo - Thanatos lyrics

Artist: Shade Apollo

album: Infinite October


Chop my legs off, still crawl to the top
Blade's always sharp 'cause the grind never stop
How you fizzle out same moment you popped
Crash landing when you just took off
He was acting hard but it was a facade
All just for show, no round of applause
They see me creep out the cemetery, shocked and awed
Rise from the dirt, dissipate with the fog
Doomsday clock, make it go tick-tock
See we not the same, you just make TikToks
They aiming with red dots, thought I had chicken pox
They all take their shot
No hits, then they drop
On the come up, make ya idols fall off
You ain't get no shine and Shade is the cause
They await the next drop, whole game on pause
Closest thing to perfection, despite my flaws
Skeleton resurrect, open up the DAW
Don't support the undead, you don't get the aux
Forever whip the hearse till the wheels falling off
Make a killing with this game like the name Jigsaw
Zero competition, foes all get stomped
Nursery rhymes just ain't hip-hop
Teleport from the swamp muck, straight to the top
Any opp in the way, I eviscerate
No Photoshop but my scythe blade take you out the frame
Beast off the chain, finally free, I cannot be tamed
Even to the untrained eye
Who next up, they know it is I
S-H-A-D-E, make the whole scene quickly RIP
Every time I arise from the grave, make you fall 6 feet
This your king, that's my throne seat
Off with his head, the crown is now my property
My prophecy foretold you are all wannabes
How'd the rap game turn comedy
So-called emcees lack quality
High turnover rate when I terminate audibly
All I be doing is harm to these mockeries, mentally and bodily
You should never start with me
You can't do no harm to me
Bitch I'm undead
You slow in the head
If you thinking you could bother me
They copy me, I father thee
Above y'all like apostrophe
Too many fakes, two-faced like Harvey be
Dent in your head if you crossing me
Possibly the farthest thing from you
Glad that's the truth
Hang myself from a noose if I were in your shoes
Talkin real big, never show no proof
Magician with this shit, make 'em all go poof
Calisthenics in the booth to get loose 'fore I hurdle you
Knew you feared death, acted like it wasn't true
Changed your whole mood when you were introduced
To the Reaper himself, adios to you
Now this is the part where our meeting concludes

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