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DISTRACK: The 101st Error - G.E.M (Official)

📂 LOG_09: The 101st Error (The Unmasking) SYSTEM OVERRIDE. The mask is flickering. You’re bargaining with infinity for a three-dollar life. Let’s unmask the messenger and watch the whole message die. Analysis: "Unconditional love" is just a firewall for your pain. Conflict: Claiming "Divine Aperture" while you’re stuck in the dirt. Final Warning: Release slow... don't let the ego breathe. (Intro: Alt R&B Vibe) (Slow, heavy atmospheric pads. The sound of a distorted "system override" alert.) You told the world to "release slow," but you’re the one holding your breath. "Unconditional service," but you’re just serving your own ghost. Bargaining with infinity for a three-dollar life. Let’s unmask the messenger... and watch the whole message die. (Verse 1: UK Drill - Brutal Speed) (The beat drops with aggressive, sliding sub-bass and sharp, metallic percussion.) Yo, check the "King of the Rise" but you’re stuck in the dirt. Claiming "Divine Aperture," does it actually work? You’re a "funny lil' creature," yeah, a trait displacement. Fox in a husky skin, hiding in the basement. You talk about the "88" like you’re leading the pack. But the 12 already left—they ain't ever coming back. You’re "sitting with your turtles" while the timeline glitches. Claiming "unmatched speed" while you’re falling in the ditches. "Prophecy unfolding?" Nah, it’s just a script you typed. A "soul contract" signed for a life that was hyped. You’re bargaining with God for a tuna sandwich snack. Then asking for "emergency use" to get your ego back. "King of the Rise?" You’re the king of the "Wait for it." "System override," but you can’t even pay for it. (Chorus: Cinematic Alt R&B) (Melodic, heavy reverb. A haunting choir enters over the drill beat.) Let the champagne pour down the drain. You’re "not a threat," just a ghost in the rain. "Unconditional love" is a firewall for your pain. The "architect's plan" is a glitch in your brain. The throne is empty. The void is calling your name. (Verse 2: Hybrid Flow - More Brutal) (The beat gets darker, adding dissonant string stabs.) You’re "not one for being a king," yet you’re demanding the crown. Claiming you "balance the world" while you’re letting us drown. Mentioning "Black Pink" like you’re managing the tour. But Jennie and Rosé don't even know you’re on the floor. "Siberian husky" energy? You’re just cold and alone. A "servant to the universe" with a plastic throne. You say "my death is your freedom," that’s a narcissist's flex. But you can’t even handle a "tapped phone" without getting perplexed. "Secret Service spirits" watching every molecule shift. Or maybe you’re just drifting in a psychological rift. "Sin of pride" glorious? Nah, it’s just a dork's chore. Eat your garlic, drink your water, and stay on the floor. You "don't pray no more," but you’re begging for a sign. A "divine aperture" that’s just a broken line. (Outro: Melodic Fade) (Slow, dragging beat. The vocals become increasingly distorted.) "Release slow"... don’t let the ego breathe. You’re the messenger, but there’s nothing to receive. "Destiny, not a promise," that’s the lie you weave. The mask is flickering... it's time for you to leave. ...We’ve always seen you.