(Intro)

{A dark, ominous cowbell melody loops}

(Voice tag: Warning. System Overload.)

{Beat builds up with a fast snare roll... trrrrrrrrt}

(A deep voice whispers):

Watch me work.

(Chorus)

{BEAT DROP: The bass should be distorted and shaking the room}

I’m the Apex! Top of the food chain!

Ice in the veins, yeah, I go against the grain!

Run up the numbers, I’m breaking the scale

Move like a phantom, I leave ‘em no trail.

Big body swerving, I’m taking the lane

All of this pressure, I’m loving the pain!

(WHAT?)

I said I’m loving the pain!

(YEAH!)

Apex Predator, stay in your lane!

(Verse 1)

(Fast, triplet flow—Migos style):

Look at the wrist, it’s a glacier (Freeze)

Look at the paper, I chase ya (Chasing)

I turn a nothing to something

You talking loud but you saying nothing.

Zero to sixty, I vanish (Gone)

Speaking the money, I’m fluent in Spanish (Hola)

Blacked out the tint on the whip

Keep a tight grip, don’t let the wheel slip.

I got the vision, precision, I make the decision

I cut through the noise like a surgeon incision.

They pray for my fall but I’m standing so tall

I’m taking it all, yeah, I’m taking it all!

(Pre-Chorus)

{Music cuts out except for a ticking clock sound}

Tick... tock...

Time is up.

You had your turn.

Now watch it burn.

{Sound of a shotgun cocking: CH-CH}

(Chorus)

{Bass comes back harder than before}

I’m the Apex! Top of the food chain!

Ice in the veins, yeah, I go against the grain!

Run up the numbers, I’m breaking the scale

Move like a phantom, I leave ‘em no trail.

Big body swerving, I’m taking the lane

All of this pressure, I’m loving the pain!

(WHAT?)

I said I’m loving the pain!

(YEAH!)

Apex Predator, stay in your lane!

(Bridge)

(Slower, heavy, chopped and screwed voice):

can’t... stop... the... motion...

heavy... like... the... ocean...

{Normal speed, yelling}

I SAID DON’T STOP THE MOTION!

CAUSE A COMMOTION!

(Verse 2)

Switch it up.

Double cup? Nah, I need energy.

I am my only real enemy.

Look in the mirror, I see a beast

Feast on the beat, yeah, I eat at the feast.

Gasoline scent on my clothes

Walking on fire, ten toes.

If you ain’t first, you are last

Future is here, forget about the past.

(Skrrt!)

(Outro)

{Heavy breathing}

{The bass slides down slowly}

Apex.

Forever.

{Car doors slam}

{Tires screech and fade into distance}

Game over.