[Intro, Glitch static, whispered distortion]
Power on.
Nerves live.
Don’t blink.
Don’t beg.
Welcome to the glitch parade.
We don’t play safe — we play loud.
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[SECTION I – Pulse Initiation]
Static on my tongue, I taste the night,
Voltage hums when I step inside.
I don’t move how they expect me to,
I bend the beat till it tells the truth.
Eyes wide, pulse out of line,
Every rule breaks in real time.
You feel the quake before the growl,
I don’t ask — I take the ground.
Slick hands, chrome grin,
Leather breath against your sin.
Body jerks to corrupted sound,
You down yet? Or need more rounds?
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[SECTION II – Corrupted Elegance]
Neon cuts across my skin,
Glitch in the system — let me in.
I don’t hide the chaos inside,
I ride it hard, electrified.
Bass hit low, teeth grit tight,
Dark pop venom, razor-bright.
I don’t dance, I detonate,
Snap that beat like it’s my fate.
If you’re scared, step to the side,
This control don’t come polite.
Backbend rhythm, throat full flame,
You wanted freaks? Remember my name.
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[SECTION III – (IMPACT)]
Freak control—
Not calm, not clean.
Freak control—
Built from gasoline.
Every second sharper now,
I don’t slow — I break the dial.
Crack the floor, melt the sky,
Your safe space? Kiss it goodbye.
No saints, no signal boost,
This beat got teeth and it cuts loose.
Tongue sharp, I split the air,
Don’t flinch — just pull that stare.
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[SECTION IV – (BREAKDOWN, Filthy)]
Kill the lights.
Cut the air.
Heartbeat metal—
Standing there.
Drip sweat on steel and chrome,
This beat got bite and takes you home.
No symmetry, no safety net,
Just pressure and intent — and sweat.
Midnight grind, body glitch,
Holy hell, I flipped that switch.
Wires tangle, heat on blast,
This is control that makes it last.
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[SECTION V – (FINAL SURGE)]
I don’t reset — I escalate,
Hard bass tearing through the gates.
Throat full fire, fists in sync,
Push it harder, don’t dare blink.
System crash, no safe retreat,
I break this rhythm on repeat.
Scrape the floor, bend your mind,
This freak control — one of a kind.
So when the lights flicker red and gold,
Know this isn’t chaos — it’s bold.
If the system starts to shake,
That’s the price of freak control.
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[OUTRO – Distorted decay]
Power stays on.
Silence shakes.
Dirty god —
Make no mistake.
You called the freak.
Now let it break.
Dashxxvibes
