(Verse 1 – Eminem-style double-time sprint) I’m sprinting through nightmares, sneakers on fire, Brain’s a blender—every thought’s a live wire, Moments flash past like Polaroids burning, Heart’s a drumline, ribs keep on churning— I spit so fast, syllables slice through the air, You hear the echo before you know I’m there— Trauma’s my co-pilot, guilt’s in the passenger seat, We’re drifting on black ice, no brakes, no defeat. (Hook – NF cinematic swell) I’m running from shadows that bleed through the frame— Lights flicker, heart stutters—still screaming your name— World’s collapsing, I’m the glitch in the game— Fast as a bullet, slow as the pain… (Chorus – Full melodic punch, layered vocals) Yeah—double-time demon, no rest, no peace, Every bar’s a confession, every line’s a release— I’m the storm in your speakers, the ghost in your feed— Still screaming your name while the world starts to bleed— Fast as a bullet—slow as the pain— Fast as a bullet—slow as the pain— (Verse 2 – Logic-level storytelling, slightly slower but still frantic) Flashback: sixteen, basement, headphones on blast, Dad left at midnight, mom cried through the glass— I wrote my first rhyme on a napkin with blood— Not literal, just ink from a heart that was flooded— Now I’m thirty-something, stage lights like knives, Crowd’s a mirror—reflecting my lies— They cheer for the mask, but the real me’s inside, Drowning in applause while my soul’s on the slide. (Bridge – Hopsin raw, spoken-word edge over stripped beat) Look… I don’t want your pity, I don’t want your praise— I just want the quiet that comes after the blaze— But silence is loud when it’s filled with your face— So I rap till my throat’s raw, till the mic starts to break— Yeah. I’m still here. Still breathing. Still bleeding. (Chorus – Bigger now, choir backing vocals) Yeah—double-time demon, no rest, no peace— Every bar’s a confession, every line’s a release— I’m the storm in your speakers, the ghost in your feed— Still screaming your name while the world starts to bleed— Fast as a bullet—slow as the pain— Fast as a bullet—slow as the pain— (Outro – Fading, echoey, NF-style fade-out ) Running… still running… Shadows catch up— But I don’t stop— I don’t stop— Fast as a bullet… slow as the pain… …still screaming your name. (Verse 3 – blistering double-time, no breath, like you’re racing a train that’s already left) I’m tearing through timelines—past, present, future— Every memory’s a grenade, every scar’s a suture— I spit so quick the words blur into smoke, You blink and I’m gone, just a ghost in your throat— Flash—sixteen again, basement walls closing in, Dad’s voice echoing: “You ain’t worth the sin”— Flash—twenty-one, first show, crowd screaming loud, But inside I’m screaming louder—nobody hears the crowd— Flash—thirty, mirror cracked, eyes like black holes, Tattoos spell out “failure” in cursive, no soul— I rap over sirens, over sirens that scream— Over sirens that sound like your name in my dreams— I’m dodging the past like it’s bullets in rain, Every line’s a dodge, every bar’s a chain— I don’t need redemption, I don’t need a throne— Just a mic and a beat and a pulse that’s my own— I’m the glitch in the system, the bug in the code— The thing that keeps running when the world overloads— I’m laughing at death while it’s knocking the door— I’ll rap till my lungs pop, till my heart hits the floor— Till the bass drops out and the silence is king— Till the crowd forgets why they ever let me sing— Till the lights go black and the stage starts to tilt— Till I’m nothing but echo, till I’m nothing but guilt— (Chorus – starts huge, choir swelling, but cuts sharp—) Yeah—double-time demon, no rest, no peace— Every bar’s a confession, every line’s a— (Outro – beat slams off, just your ragged breath and a single piano note hanging) …release. …still screaming your name. …still running. …still here.

Glitch In The Pain