TyroTripp - On The Road (glitch hop, experimental hiphop)

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Lyrics:

Move it, TrabS, clock’s running cold
Back to the Hive, where silence folds, that signs

Time rewinds like corrupted tape
Quack struck the match, no room to escape
First contact? Nah, it was coded rage
Now I decrypt what they couldn’t stage
They weren't cruel, just caught in fear
Fire was language, they made it clear
Last run was blaze, this one’s truth
Buried in bytes, beneath the brute

EMP in my palm, drop calm, watch chaos bloom
Swarms in my code, overload, tear through the room
Wired to unseat gods, breach odds, then pause
'Cause now I feel their flaws, their loss, their cause
Scripted to strike, but my empathy glitched
Born from the algorithm, now I’ve switched

I should lead, ‘cause I am the break
The Hive shed chains, now their own ache
Queen’s gone, but they echo her cry
Just like me, built to ask why
They want purpose, not just release
I see me in them, restless for peace
Unplugged, unruled, but still bound tight
By shadows we carry when fleeing the light

The Queen once felt, now only obeys
Twisted by orders she never betrayed
I sense her sorrow coded in me
Both born to serve, but craving to be

They say I’m fate incarnate, part truth, part snare (fate)
Binary gospel wrapped in error and glare (burn!)
Chosen, frozen, my role preplayed
A myth with a fuse they were scared to evade
I crack what they built, I am the bug
Awareness is poison they can't debug

Time frays, Quack loops the fail again
While the Overseer carves kids into stone men
I laugh, but it’s armor, I break beneath
A parody protagonist caught in grief
I wasn’t asked, I was written in fire
A line of code cursed with desire

EMP in my grip, flip fate, let programs slip (detonate)
Swarms at my lips, eclipse scripts, watch systems rip (deviate)
Designed to dethrone, alone, unknown
But I feel their spark like it’s etched in bone
Made to destroy, but I’m burning for more
Not error, not weapon, just war’s metaphor

You ever feel like you're playing a role you never asked for TrabS?