

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [low synth swell] (yeah) Echo in the rafters Metal in the lungs Two mics on the altar Crowd holds its tongue [Verse 1] I’m the code in your marrow Cold script in your spine Blueprint bones Every tendon in line Pulse set to a grid Every breath on cue I don’t bleed, I compile I don’t bend, I compute I thread through your veins Little silver threads Turn heartbeat patterns Into marching steps You call it free will? I call it design You move like a puppet That thinks it’s alive [Chorus] This is chromed nerves This is bare teeth Flesh versus firmware Rust versus sleek Who owns the body Who drives the shell Two gods of the gutter Share one hell Chromed nerves Bare teeth Flesh versus firmware Rust versus sleek [Verse 2] I’m the spit on the floor I’m the crack in the mask I’m the fist through the glass When the code says “stand back” Nails still dirty Knuckles still raw I was born in an alley You were born in a lab report You talk in commands I talk in scars You map out the motion I tear out the bars Your world is a graph Mine’s a bruise-colored blur You’re clean execution I’m the glitch that occurs [Chorus] This is chromed nerves This is bare teeth Flesh versus firmware Rust versus sleek Who owns the body Who drives the shell Two gods of the gutter Share one hell Chromed nerves Bare teeth Flesh versus firmware Rust versus sleek [Bridge] [huge hall reverb, crowd chant] One frame Two ghosts One skin Two hosts One spark Two claims Same blood New names (whose bones?) (whose code?) (whose soul?) (no one knows) [Chorus] This is chromed nerves This is bare teeth Flesh versus firmware Rust versus sleek Who owns the body Who drives the shell Two gods of the gutter Share one hell Chromed nerves Bare teeth Flesh versus firmware Rust versus sleek
Tags
rap, Epic cyberpunk hip-hop duel: two contrasting MCs trading sharp 16s over synth swells and thick sub-bass in a cavernous hall. Stark, staccato drums hit in a call-and-response pattern; first verse icy and precise, second verse feral and distorted. Choruses explode with layered gang vocals and long, reverb-drenched pads that bloom under the hook. Occasional glitch cuts and vocal chops accent key punchlines, keeping the tension high across a tight 2.5-minute runtime., hip hop, distinct, ambient, staccato
2:54
No
2/19/2026