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"Damn It Feels Good To Be Free" | Rap Song

Lyrics: *Intro* Yeah… Hear that silence? That’s no ads talkin’. That’s freedom breathin’. --- *Verse 1* Damn it feels good when the board don’t tax ya, No velvet rope, no suit tryna max ya. No “upgrade now” blinkin’ in your sight, Just pure calculation at three in the night. Sixty-four squares, no corporate leash, Just truth in the code, every line unleashed. I learned more losin’ games than they sell in a plan, No premium mask for a second-hand scan. Thibault laid bricks where the players could stand, Built a cathedral, never shook a hand. No ego throne, no founder flex pose, Just open doors and the work still shows. *Punchline run:* Free like speech, not “free for a trial,” Free like knowledge, not a marketing smile. Free like blunders teach harder than wins, Free like honesty cuts through skins. --- *Hook* Damn it feels good to be free, No chains on the clock when I play for me. No price tag shadow over every move I see, Just skill, sweat, nerve, and geometry. Damn it feels good to be free, One click, one board, no apology. From pawn to king, let the truth run me— Yeah, damn it feels good to be free. --- *Verse 2* Chess.com loud with the glitter and noise, Selling confidence packs to anxious boys. “Pay to feel strong, pay to feel seen,” Confidence rented like a leased limousine. They gamified ego, monetized doubt, Locked insight up, then rationed it out. Call it content, but it’s shrink-wrapped air, Same recycled hype with a different glare. Meanwhile Thibault in the cut like a monk, Letting players speak while the product runs drunk. No influencer crown, no algorithm plea, Just servers hummin’ with integrity. *Punchline run:* They sell improvement like it’s bottled wine, I sharpen steel on every losing line. They gatekeep truth behind plastic shine, I study my pain—no paywall sign. --- *Verse 3* Analysis free like a public school book, Every line explained, no scammer’s hook. No “trust us bro” black-box tricks, You see the machine, you see the bricks. Blitz, bullet, rapid, classical breath, Variants alive like alternate death. King of the Hill? Crown’s earned, not bought, No lootbox king, just calculation fought. Community loud, but the code stays clean, No brand voice puppets sayin’ “we’re a team.” Forums argue, essays bleed, That’s culture growin’, not a sales lead. *Punchline run:* If your product needs hype, it ain’t that strong, If it needs paywalls, somethin’ went wrong. Real confidence built from repetition scars, Not from shiny badges and rented stars. --- *Hook* Damn it feels good to be free, No chains on the mind when you think like me. No corporate whisper sayin’ “trust this fee,” Just the board talkin’ brutally. Damn it feels good to be free, Lose ten games, still sleep with peace. From pawn to king, no apology— Yeah, damn it feels good to be free. --- *Verse 4* Thibault never sold the soul for scale, Never dressed truth up with a fairy tale. Coulda cashed out, coulda chased the bag, Instead he raised a flag, never had to brag. Open source like sunlight hits, You can audit the truth, every line commits. No fake scarcity, no panic pitch, Just build it right and let time enrich. While others chase growth charts steep, This one grew roots that run real deep. *Punchline run:* Power ain’t loud, it don’t scream or flex, It just outlives you—check the text. Trends die fast when the hype runs thin, But freedom ages like a quiet win. --- *Verse 5* Every move logged, every lesson mine, No landlord hoverin’ over my time. No ads mid-thought, no dopamine trap, Just cold-blood logic and a slow-burn snap. I trust the board ‘cause it never lies, No skin bundle hides weak advice. When I blunder, that’s on me alone, No premium excuse to soften the blow. *Punchline run:* I don’t need hand-holding wrapped in a fee, I need the truth to be ugly with me. Growth ain’t comfy, it scars the brain, That’s why freedom always hurts a bit, man. --- *Final Hook (Extended)* Damn it feels good to be free, No chains, no tiers, no false prestige. No scoreboard built to harvest my need, Just time, intent, and clarity. Damn it feels good to be free, Every loss still belongs to me. From pawn to king, no receipt, no plea— Yeah… damn it feels good to be free. --- *Outro* So when the clock fades and the screen goes dark, I don’t feel sold—I feel sharp. Built by players, kept honest, stayed lean, No middleman dreams in between. Say it quiet or scream it loud— Freedom don’t beg. Freedom don’t bow. *Yeah.* *Damn it feels good to be free.* ♟️🔥