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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
Details
GeneratedFeb 19, 2026
Duration2:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
nonsuburbanspirit
nonsuburbanspiritModelAria v5
Prompt
Synthesis of the organism itself and the mechanism. Synthswells and powerful bass thick tones and stark staccato drums. Large live hall sound, ambient, cyberpunk, hip hop. Two distinct artists battle
