The Apex

The Apex is a song released on 26 February 2021 by The Stupendium. It features NemRaps.

Description
In IO Interactive's Hitman 3, the final chapter in the world of Assassination trilogy, you return to the shoes of master assassin Agent 47, the apex predator, travelling the world in search of the elusive Providence and searching for the truth behind agent 47's past.

It's no secret I love the Hitman series and Hitman 3 is no exception. This track was a blast to put together, I wanted to go for a more epic, cinematic tone for the song vs The Second's more creeping, ominous vibe, to reflect the larger scale and stakes at play in Hitman 3 and I'm super happy with how it turned out. I actually had very different plans for the video initially but scheduling meant I had to scale it back to something more similar for the idea for the previous Hitman video. Initially I was not keen on this plan, I wanted to do something different, but after a while I came around to the idea of making a similar video as the previous one to challenge myself and show how my video making has improved. So this is more 'multiple me killing me' but with about 47,000% more complexity and production value! ;) A huge thanks to NemRaps for featuring on this track! I've wanted to work with him for the longest time. Be sure to check out his channel if you aren't familiar with his work!

Lyrics
CHORUS 1

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 round your neck by the ICA

VERSE 01

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 madmen 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 in to heaven

Those passes when punched, well they’re all forty-seven

CHORUS 2

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 round your neck by the ICA

VERSE 02

Listen, thanks for all the warnings

my security's been beefed up several times since 9 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 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 7"

look, I'm not afraid of the ICA

I'm like 1000 floors up, they'll never find me... wait

is that a person lurking in the curtains? no 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-

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

Whilst casually dressed in their underling’s 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 whilst 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 forty-seven’s on the tag you’ll find upon your shopping list

CHORUS 3

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 curtain is lifting

Picking off targets

Now ripped of their masks by the-

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 round your neck by the ICA