Slade - So Appalled(Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1] You ain't been so appalled since I proposed to the city You ain't been a murderer n***a now I'm jumping the city You ain't part of this game You ain't part of this game I made You ain't part of this game I made. Elaborate my grade I'm the Slade The god changing the weathers You don't just ruffle my feathers Too many errors old rappers might forget us Why? Higher than whoever tryna die Chopped heads point 'em to the sky n***a to the 3rd eye As long as I'm insane made sure to k** the game Hear Them Talk disrespected n***a Payne I took away your "first chain" this my game I am the cloud that made the rain Got an innocent mask to maintain [Chorus] Tell these haters how it's like up in hell man Well my n***as hate me dawg I can tell man I'm appalled, no really I'm appalled [Goblin:] "BOW TO ME SHAKEN WITH SHOCK. ARE YOU WATCHING?" Fvck your vision King is talking you listen Fvck these n***as thinking rap is a game Back in the game. Back in the dirt When you n***as knew you gon' hurt Rap is dead now I'm digging the dirt So Appalled [Verse 2] I was dead according to Static The whole beef I had it Wearing the mask of Slade, your rap is delayed Reign king in my dreams. I was part of your dreams Aces on top of the cards, you cuttin' bars and seeing stars That have my face on it You pray to me but you can't even put your grace on it The flow is tearin' up my face You can see Satan leaking out the case that I locked him in. Count to ten - He's begging me to [Goblin:] "LET ME OUT!! IF YOU LET ME OUT GUARANTEE THAT STATIC WILL BE OUT OF THIS GAME, OUT OF THE RAIN" Yeah I'm staring at him laughing at his pain [Goblin:] "PLEASE MOTHERFVCKING LET ME OUT SLADE" Made the devil say my name [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm living better now When everybody raps to beef me You can call me Slade the trend-setter now Announcing my return I'm here to make these n***as burn You gotta earn your place. In this lyrical race You taste the victory Cash is nothin' but a bxtch to me Your flow is for free Keep your friends here enemies close to the grave Making sure that their name is engraved Let 'em know about the narrowest shave When I'm done we can pop guns and run Nothing to me son Nothing for free son Bleed blood is red, the world will cry when the Slade is dead I blasted with dissin'.. Black Goat chickens Spit from the grave but I got the beef in the kitchen I swear to god my flow dying at home If you think I be dying alone then you wrong n***a get your pieces up It's an all out war against these motherfvcking rappers All you fvcking trappers You stepping with god Personality ain't no fvcking façade Rehearse like Static saying "Slade Is Dead" in reverse You say it you gon' start a new curse Prepare your hearse n***a