Cloud Mac - King Of The Dead (Ft. ​atlas) Lyrics

I will never leave the light, superstar on the mic
While you loading up your guns I'm closing in with the knife
You cannot kill what you cannot catch, moving way too fast
As I'm rushing on ahead, I'm setting all the goddamn booby traps
[HOOK - CLOUD MAC]
I'm the king of dead, I'm sucking on lead
I'm paramount to all your success
I'll never confess what I'm about
You're pulling my leg, that's not what you said
So close your mouth
You know that I bless, the mic I caress, a large amount
[VERSE 1 - CLOUD MAC]
And I'm stone cold chilling on my porch man
Everyone arrive outside, they carrying the torch and -
They coming for me so I speed off in my Porsche man
And I've been drinking so I'm swerving with some force man
Get, get, get, get to the ends
I ain't ever fucking stopping, even if I lose my legs
You keep chomping on the Xannies, so you know you lose your head
Yeah the monster's deep inside you, he ain't hiding in your bed
[HOOK - CLOUD MAC]
I'm the king of dead, I'm sucking on lead
I'm paramount to all your success
I'll never confess what I'm about
You're pulling my leg, that's not what you said
So close your mouth
You know that I bless, the mic I caress, a large amount
I'm the king of dead, I'm sucking on lead
I'm paramount to all your success
I'll never confess what I'm about
You're pulling my leg, that's not what you said
So close your mouth
You know that I bless, the mic I caress, a large amount
[VERSE 2 - ATLAS]
Hanging off the balcony, at least I'm about to be
Death is dripping off of the different folks who was doubting me
Downer down my throat I pop an upper just to balance out
Bleeding dry, evil-eyed falcon with the talons out
I've been swinging low then swinging high again
Sinner's face, dinner dates with The Leviathan
Center stage, swinging maces in a crying fit
Dying just to die, then resurrect me just to die again
Psychosocial, Slipping into knots
To make my life go coastal, I think I might go postal
I might sign a deal and buy my mom a mansion
Just to live in the Bahamas, turn to dust where all the sand is
I can't stand it, I see demons in my sleep, I toss and turn again
Bleeding in a tourniquet, defeated by urge to drift
Away into a different plane, make it crash and burn again
Ashing cigarettes on skin, to learn the feel of hurt again
[HOOK - CLOUD MAC]
I'm the king of dead, I'm sucking on lead
I'm paramount to all your success
I'll never confess what I'm about
You're pulling my leg, that's not what you said
So close your mouth
You know that I bless, the mic I caress, a large amount
I'm the king of dead, I'm sucking on lead
I'm paramount to all your success
I'll never confess what I'm about
You're pulling my leg, that's not what you said
So close your mouth
You know that I bless, the mic I caress, a large amount