[Chorus: The Stupendium]
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

[Verse 1: The Stupendium]
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
[Chorus: The Stupendium]
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

[Verse 2: NemRaps]
Listen, thanks for all the warnings
My security's been beefed up several times since 9:00 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 86'd
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-
[Verse 3: The Stupendium]
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

[Chorus: The Stupendium]
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