Glitch in the System

Intro — Calm]
Lights low.
Mind racing.
One thought becomes a thousand.
Then the beat starts.

[Verse 1]
I been building every sentence like a brick in a prison,
Every syllable precision, every rhythm collision,
Got a vision with a mission and a million decisions,
While they mimic my position, I am switching the system.

I don't need a crown, I don't need recognition,
I just need a microphone and a little ignition,
Put a beat in my headphones, give the bass permission,
Then I turn a simple sixteen to a full demolition.

Tick-tock, wristwatch, time doesn't wait,
Quick thoughts, big plot, pressure on the plate,
Flip-flop? Never—I'm adapting to the weight,
If the door's locked tight, I redesign the gate.

I calculate, accelerate, articulate,
Never hesitate, elevate, devastate,
Every phrase interlocks like a complicated maze,
You can follow every word but you'll get lost in the pace.

[Hook]
There's a glitch in the system,
Something changed when I entered the rhythm,
Can't predict where the pattern is shifting,
One second calm, next second I'm ripping—

Through the beat, through the bass, through the walls of the place,
With a head full of sparks and a thousand-word race,
If the rhythm is a road, I'm removing the brakes,
Then I bend every rule till the whole thing breaks.

[Verse 2 — Faster]
Look—
I got a complicated combination of cadence and calculation,
Rapid acceleration, grammatical assassination,
Every little variation changing up the situation,
While I'm making innovation out of pure imagination.

No imitation, I was made for the complication,
Stacking rhyme on rhyme until the page needs ventilation,
If you thought that was the peak, that's a false estimation,
I was saving all the crazy for the second operation.

Run it—
Back to the beginning, let me spin it with precision,
Independent with the rhythm, never trapped inside tradition,
In a minute I can pivot from a whisper to collision,
Then I'm switching every pattern like I'm rewriting the transmission.

[Beat Switch — Half-Time]
Everything slows.

One breath.

One thought.

Then the bass comes back.

[Verse 3 — Switch Flow]
I don't chase the sound,
I shape the sound.
I don't follow the wave,
I break the ground.

Quiet when I need to be,
Violent with the syllables,
Every little interval
Turning into miracles.

Wait—

You thought I finished?

Nah.

[Final Verse — Rapid Fire]
I’m a glitch in the code with a mind overload,
With a rhyme-mode activated, exploding the road,
Every line double-sided, every word got a load,
When the beat starts bending, I’m controlling the mode.

Minute by minute, I'm in it, I'm giving it everything,
Limit is imaginary, vision is legendary,
Never ordinary, vocabulary scary,
Turn a blank page into something extraordinary.

Then—

Silence.

[Final Hook — Massive]
There's a glitch in the system,
Something changed when I entered the rhythm,
Can't predict where the pattern is shifting,
One second calm, next second I'm ripping.

Glitch in the system.
Glitch in the sound.
Glitch in the rhythm.
I’m breaking it down.

[Outro — Quiet]
Maybe I'm not glitching.

Maybe the system just wasn't ready.