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Aelios

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(They're coming to get you, Barbara)
(Stop it! You're ignorant!)
(They're coming for you, Barbara)
(Stop it! You're acting like a child!)
(They're coming for you!
Look! There comes one of them now!)
Yeah
We sick of zombies
Viral and frothing
Like they hardly got a brain
Probably got a lobotomy
When they hear a verse I spit
They callin' it gaudy
But I don't carry purse or scrip
They can't comprehend godly
I am a Bugatti incarnated in a body
I put quality and class
In my poverty and raps, that facts
And that's why I'm gassed up last
That's the problem bein' fast
Ain't no man can see the Flash
A craft unseen
It's speeding beyond your dreams
No I can't fall asleep
Too wicked when wrestin' beats
Now your fantasy
Is wishing you ran the streets
If ain't a fan of me
Then forget your gasoline
'Cause I'm making my own petrol
Never slow, and I won't settle
For no sell-out label
Devils may cry
When they get leveled
C'mon, this is my game
I kill it, no auto-aim
I'm pwnin' noobs
I'm ownin' you
And all I do
Is speak my mind in rhymes
I may be from the 80's
Sending nothin but facts (fax)
(La-di-da-di)
I may be outta Hades
How I burn mumble raps
I'm out here doin' the dopest
You're down there doin' the dope, yeah
Articulation your crypt tonight
Puffed up on mirrors and smokin'
Now you say that you're GOATed?
I say that you're ghosted
They'll never remember your verse:
You never wrote it
Why you acting like a medium?
That's why your lines are so mid
Xylazine up in ya cranium?
'Cause you rappers make no sense
In good lyrics, lost taste in 'em
Hip hop has gotten Covid
Time for gods to come save ya from hell
I told ya: I'm Chosen
While you're roamin', I'm Roman
And Greek: the Sun
And you know this
That Apollo don't follow no body
I make my own trends
Said, you're roamin', I'm Roman
And Greek: the Sun
And you know this
That Apollo don't follow no body
I make my own trends
Yeah, my gravity's insanity
And you can't even stand or speak
Now the apocalypse callin' myth
Straight out from ukiyoe
You all overuse autotune
'Cause you're skilless and tone deaf
And so you should fear the reaper
Death on your doorstep
Dig you six feet down deeper
You're out of your depth
Looks like you're dead by daylight:
Aelios, Cred.
I gotta put on my ruthless
If I'mma gonna do this
Burn, drown the hubris of useless
People, I don't need your two cents
Braggin' 'bout goin' stupid
Whatcha doin'?
Bringin' Old Skool on these fools and
Fuse it into new then
Form a seamless tapestry
To make my myth in music
No loose ends
But you made a mistake
And ya breaking the bank
Just to fill up ya tank
Tryna catch up to me
Tryna capture the great
But you can't levitate
To the heavenly gates
Yeah, but Hades awaits
Deep in ya grave
Tryna reanimate
But your beat ain't awake
So the blind lead the blind
And you can't even bake
But yourself into waste
Now whatcha gonna do about that, mate?
Oh, two words together
And now you think you can rhyme?
Paid for two girls together
And now you think that you grind?
Your lines never were clever
I doubt you comprehend mine
君、馬の耳に念仏、そうじゃない？
Would you know the divine?
Right here
Use your eyes
Right now
Everybody see the Crown?
To the ground!
Now bow!
Sound the trump for the war next door
So you better come to me
Aelios has more in store
Check the lore: Apollo against the swarm
I'm sworn to the fight
And the sword and the might
I'm adorned in the light
I was born here to write
I'm a spitter, do it better
Than a corpse of the night
Said I'm sworn to the fight
And the sword and the might
I'm adorned in the light
I was born here to write
You're a corpse of the night
Not a thought in your mind
I'm a spitter, do it better
And if you'd beg to differ
Then beg

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