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TrabS - On The Road (glitchhop, experimental hiphop) (Official Music Video)

Been a while since we heard from TyroTripp. We hope you can enjoy the song boss. Wanna support my madness? Go to iTunes store:   / trabs   Or you just wanna listen on the go.... Join my Spotify on: https://open.spotify.com/artist/325tY... #TrabS #glitchhop #experimentalhiphop #udiomusic #klingai #aimusicvideo #chatgpt #dalle3 #trabs Order Number: (323/10,000) 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?