Lyrics
[Verse]
Punchin’ in, punchin’ out, stuck in a loop,
Factory floor dreams, metal-toed boots.
Shifts grind minds, gears grind souls,
Timecard tattoos, payroll controls.
A cog in the clock, the tick-tock slave,
Blueprint bars, tryna dig my grave.
Spit oil slick, my lungs black with grime,
Every breath I take, it's overtime.
[Chorus]
You ain’t shit, go clock in your life,
Chains on your wrist, nine-to-five knife.
Break it, twist it, scratch to survive,
Turntables spin, glitch keeps me alive.
[Verse 2]
Cubicle cage, fluorescent haze,
Boss breath hot, burnin’ up my days.
Lunch break’s short, dreams stretched thin,
Time’s a locked door, but I’m breakin’ in.
I’m the glitch in the grid, the spark in the line,
The scratch in the vinyl, the skip in design.
Rewound rebellion, the static divine,
I turn nine-to-five into art that’s mine.
[Chorus]
You ain’t shit, go clock in your life,
Chains on your wrist, nine-to-five knife.
Break it, twist it, scratch to survive,
Turntables spin, glitch keeps me alive.
Style
glitchy beats with a metallic texturescratchglitchscratch-heavyturntablismraplayered with distorted turntable scratches and fragmented vocal samples
Prompt
You ain’t shit go back to you’re 9-5, rap, scratch, turntablism, glitch
Credits
Prompt by
BiggieBear15
BiggieBear15GeneratedNov 8, 2025
ModelAria v5
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