Chorus: He's just a metal man Who needed a medal, man Capable father But couldn't give his son a hand Replace everything Yet can't make a heart Let's become one of Vader’s Many Prosthetic Parts Ultimate power, man of the hour Mouth of the empire, planet devoured Hot under the collar like Mustafar's temperature The real force, not a puppet of the emperor Man is assembled, now he resembles A killing machine and the galaxy trembles Don’t strike back, you know you’ll never win Artificial arm but the harm is genuine Bridge: Durasteel, add plasteel And obsidian As they replace your broken face You’re more metal than man Rap: This guy cried when they told him his wife died And ever since then galaxy wide genocide Thousands of systems and species in cages Who WOULDN'T want to cut a bloody path through the ages? So much power, the best employer Don’t exit hyperspace too soon in a star destroyer You don't wanna be a rebel when the shields is broke You don't wanna get the force wrapped around ya throat Chorus Metal and plastic, legend fantastic Empire forced to do something drastic Dark lord loosed and Rebels destroyed Defeated by a man who is partially droid Lived through death got nothing left Now he’s bound by the sound of his mechanical breath Disobedience makes Sith blood boil Spends his time off soaking in oil Bridge: You go by, that helmet high Wear it like a crown We hear you wheeze, but when you sneeze You have to wipe it down Rap: You would also be known as the finger pinch strangler With no naked time and a life support chamber Dressed in all black: "Never underestimate the power of the dark side!" ...imagine that Angry with a glow stick and known to decapitate You wanna impress me? Eat a snack through the faceplate He's only the boss when the emperor is gone It took him until he was 80 to beat Obi Wan Chorus Partly real and partly steel But they left out the part that made him feel Backups stocked to keep the Rebels kneeling Warehouses stacked from floor to ceiling Reactors ticking, servos sticking Bend your ear and you hear the gears clicking Atom furnace where he once had a soul The Rebels are looking for the remote control Chorus
Kielen King Portland, Oregon
Kielen King is a versatile artist located in Portland, Oregon, whose music transcends traditional boundaries to create a unique genre he describes as Cinematic Hip-Hop. His sound is a blend of electronic, alternative hip-hop, and downtempo styles with rich electronic textures, underscored by a strong hip-hop influence, and adorned with layers of vocal harmony.
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