Stoneman Highest Developer Lyrics

[Verse 1]
On the corner, way station, holy location
I was under buildings, I was digging through the basements
Earth vibrations f*cking up the beams that I built
To support all the space I was taking
Space in the earth, got support beams built for the worst
The security is top-notch, guards at this perch, and foundations
God, it was true to life stable
Building a city underneath the table
I'm deeply invested, this pack is a blessing
I'm focused as shit, and I'm constantly guessing
This lock or that for the vault I'm like welding
Vault or the safe like I'm saving and spending
The safe underground, that's where all of my wealth is
And I don't mean wealth like I mean my expenses and pennies
My wealth is the tunnels I'm spreading
Inflicting these cities with life never-ending, oh God

[Verse 2]
I got chambers for stasis like pods that hold me for long years if I waited
But right now I don't have the patience
And hallways that stretch for like ages and ages
This sidewalk don't end when it's circles and pathways
That form these rotations
The structure complex, I got lost on occasions
But I'd still be lost if I stayed in my room, so complacent
So dig all the dirt that I'm saying Factories under the streets that you was walking upon
Ion need no weapons, this militia synonymous
Careful sculpting all these armies, minds of automatons
I got clone societies, these countries under my arms
These House and Senate members really little more than my pawns
But I am little more than things that I have stumbled upon
Dusky to dawn
Very, very wistful, I was thinking ‘bout the damage I could cause
[Verse 3]
Put ya bids up, minds are bought and sold
Territory marked, I put the fork in roads
I founded forts of old, I break, break the mold
Okay, the touch is cold, but it can get way colder
I'm taking rides with rovers on the face of solar
Rocks float like smoke in a see a smokers
Our destruction is tied to a game of poker
Like a game of chance, at any point, it's over
I could be your warlord underneath your floorboards
Holding hearts of the heads of the order
And heads of the menaces posing us threats
Like I'm posing and poised to strip from them their breaths
They would put me to death
Surely, if only they knew what awaited them, all of their crest
Under crust, under stress, I've assembled my messengers
I play my hand as the highest developer