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Lyrics
[Intro]
Rags in my hands
Blood on my name
They threw me down once
I climbed out the drain (yeah)
[Verse 1]
They said I'm garbage
Bagged me, tagged me, cast me away
Sky split open
I fell where the broken stay
Junk rain hittin' like hail on the rooftops
Rust in my lungs
Heart beatin' like a boombox
Every old chair, chain, nail, blade
Talkin' to me, sayin'
"Kid, we were thrown out the same"
Touch metal, it remembers every scar it got
I turn every scar into something they forgot
Turn a bent spoon straight
Let a cracked mask breathe
Make a graveyard of gadgets get up and believe
Down in the gutter, I'm buildin' a throne from the waste
If trash got a god, it’s the kid they erased (yeah)
[Chorus]
From the dump to the top, that’s a trash god flow (trash god)
Turn a blade, turn a chain, make the junkyard glow
If they toss us aside, we just rise up slow
Every broken little thing ’bout to steal the show
From the dump to the top, that’s a trash god flow (woah)
Make the outcasts link, let the lost ones grow
If you call it all dirt, then you just don’t know
Every “worthless” little soul got a halo
[Verse 2]
Kids with the handcuffs
Eyes like knives
Guard dogs bark, but they bark from fright
We wear scars like stamps on a travel card
Every stamp say, "life hit way too hard"
I seen halos hangin' over heads in hoodies
I seen saints sittin' knee-deep in soot, lookin' moody
We take chains meant to choke and we swing ’em free
Make a blade outta shame, carve our own ID
Whole city up top throw crumbs, act clean
Down here, we the kings of the cracked machines
They scared of the mirror that we might be
’Cause if trash starts talkin’, they might see me
So I walk with the rust, with the freaks, with the blamed
Turn a pile of rejects to a family name
If fate is a chute, I’m the jam in the track
Wrong kid, wrong place—but I ain’t fallin' back (nah)
[Chorus]
From the dump to the top, that’s a trash god flow (trash god)
Turn a blade, turn a chain, make the junkyard glow
If they toss us aside, we just rise up slow
Every broken little thing ’bout to steal the show
From the dump to the top, that’s a trash god flow (woah)
Make the outcasts link, let the lost ones grow
If you call it all dirt, then you just don’t know
Every “worthless” little soul got a halo
[Bridge]
Tell me who you call trash
When the ground shakes, huh? (who?)
When the lost ones stand
And the walls break up (break)
From the rot, from the rust, from the cut up hands
We gon’ write our names in the junkyard sand (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
From the dump to the top, that’s a trash god flow (trash god)
Turn a blade, turn a chain, make the junkyard glow
If they toss us aside, we just rise up slow
Every broken little thing ’bout to steal the show
From the dump to the top, that’s a trash god flow (woah)
Make the outcasts link, let the lost ones grow
If you call it all dirt, then you just don’t know
Every “worthless” little soul got a halo
Details
GeneratedFeb 9, 2026
Duration2:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Grimy boom-bap with distorted subs, vinyl crackle, and eerie chopped choirs; verses in a tight, breathless pocket with double-time bursts, hook opens wider with layered gang vocals on key phrases. Male vocals, aggressive delivery, ad-libs tucked behind the lead. Snare hits sharp, kick heavy and forward, mix gritty but focused on the storytelling., anime
Credits
Prompt byPhaserWorld225
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A rap that talks about the anime gachiakuta
