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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Grew up where the codes don’t run right
Cracked screen glow in the long night
Mama countin’ change by the fridge light
I was countin’ pages tryna flip life
Cheap laptop, dream in the hard drive
Whole block froze when the sparks fly
They said “pick a lane, you can’t mark sky”
I wrote my own map, made the stars mine
[Chorus]
This that black circuits life
Where the pain still hums, but the plans ignite
Turn that shorted-out hope into overtime
We don’t just survive, we redesign
This that black circuits life
From the board to the block, we splice
Every scar, every wire, every fight
I’m plugged in deep to the black circuits life (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Hand-me-down code, had to patch that
Bug in my soul, had to catch that
Teacher said “kids like you don’t match that”
Now my name in the cloud where the stats at
Wi-Fi droppin’ while I chase proof
Signal goin’ out but the will roots
I don’t need their gate for a clear route
I just reroute pain into pure truth
[Chorus]
This that black circuits life
Where the pain still hums, but the plans ignite
Turn that shorted-out hope into overtime
We don’t just survive, we redesign
This that black circuits life
From the board to the block, we splice
Every scar, every wire, every fight
I’m plugged in deep to the black circuits life (oh)
[Bridge]
Power cut out, we still brainstorm
Whole hood hot, we create storms
They built walls high, we just trace forms
Lay tracks so the next ones transform
[Chorus]
This that black circuits life
Where the pain still hums, but the plans ignite
Turn that shorted-out hope into overtime
We don’t just survive, we redesign
This that black circuits life
From the board to the block, we splice
Every scar, every wire, every fight
I’m plugged in deep to the black circuits life
Details
GeneratedFeb 14, 2026
Duration2:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Gritty modern boom-bap with thick swung drums and warped synth stabs; verses ride a tight pocket with dry, upfront male vocals. Hook widens with filtered choir pads, subby bass, and call-and-response ad-libs. Occasional vinyl crackle and glitch chops for a wired, underground tech-cypher feel.
Credits
Prompt byBlackCircuit
ModelAria v5
Prompt
rap about black circuits life
