Gold-Plated Chains

(Verse 1) I woke up in the silence, no echoes to cling to, The walls of the world, they were cracking in two, The weight of the ego, it crumbles to dust, And I’m left standing, bare in the wind—what’s left to trust? I look for the edges, but there’s no line to trace, Just a thousand mirrors, reflecting my face. (Chorus) No rhythm, no rhyme, just the sound of time Unfolding like waves, crashing inside my mind. No rules to define this journey I’m on, The higher path is a song we write as we walk, not sung. (Verse 2) I took a step forward, felt the ground disappear, It’s not about fear—it’s the absence of fear. I saw the faces, all clinging to names, But the names mean nothing when you burn in the flame. I let go of the pieces, let go of the shame, Found the peace in the chaos, in the formless frame. (Bridge) I looked for the divine, and it looked right back, In the spaces between heartbeats, in the endless black. In the whisper of silence, I felt something pull, It’s not about being empty, but being full. Full of nothing, full of all—like a sky that never falls. (Chorus) No rhythm, no rhyme, just the sound of time Unfolding like waves, crashing inside my mind. No rules to define this journey I’m on, The higher path is a song we write as we walk, not sung. (Breakdown) I don’t need your verse, your meter, your rhyme, I’ll break all your patterns, step out of time. I don’t follow your laws, I create my own, The higher path is the truth I’ve always known. (Outro) In the stillness of night, I’m already free, No ego to bind me, I find me. I let go of what no longer serves me. The time just flies by. My mind becomes open and more attuned, My soul is connected my love just bloomed.

Yo, it's Babytron, here to drop a sick rhyme, About a man named Joe, having a crazy ass time. He headed to the corner store, he was feeling hella hype, To cop a pop so he can sip some of that wock that he wanted to try. Joe, Joe, on the go, To the corner store, movin' slow. Sippin' on that wock, feelin' fly, Babytron here, gonna reach for the sky. Joe walked in, feeling like a boss, Grabbed that pop, didn't care about the cost. Sippin' on that wock, feeling so cool, In the corner store, breakin' all the rules. Joe, Joe, on the go, To the corner store, movin' slow. Sippin' on that wock, feelin' fly, Babytron here, gonna reach for the sky. Joe's trip to the store was one to remember, Sippin' on that wock, feeling so tender. Babytron on the beat, droppin' this flow, About Joe and his pop, yo, now you know. Joe, Joe, on the go, To the corner store, movin' slow. Sippin' on that wock, feelin' fly, Babytron here, gonna reach for the sky. (Outro) So next time you head out, like my man Joe, Grab a pop, sip that wock, feel the flow. Babytron on the mic, droppin' rhymes so tight, Keep sippin' on that wock, all day and night. shittyboyz

Yo, it's Babytron, here to drop a sick rhyme, About a man named Joe, having a crazy ass time. He headed to the corner store, he was feeling hella hype, To cop a pop so he can sip some of that wock that he wanted to try. Joe, Joe, on the go, To the corner store, movin' slow. Sippin' on that wock, feelin' fly, Babytron here, gonna reach for the sky. Joe walked in, feeling like a boss, Grabbed that pop, didn't care about the cost. Sippin' on that wock, feeling so cool, In the corner store, breakin' all the rules. Joe, Joe, on the go, To the corner store, movin' slow. Sippin' on that wock, feelin' fly, Babytron here, gonna reach for the sky. Joe's trip to the store was one to remember, Sippin' on that wock, feeling so tender. Babytron on the beat, droppin' this flow, About Joe and his pop, yo, now you know. Joe, Joe, on the go, To the corner store, movin' slow. Sippin' on that wock, feelin' fly, Babytron here, gonna reach for the sky. (Outro) So next time you head out, like my man Joe, Grab a pop, sip that wock, feel the flow. Babytron on the mic, droppin' rhymes so tight, Keep sippin' on that wock, all day and night. shittyboyz

Yo, it's Babytron, here to drop a sick rhyme, About a man named Joe, having a crazy ass time. He headed to the corner store, he was feeling hella hype, To cop a pop so he can sip some of that wock that he wanted to try. Joe, Joe, on the go, To the corner store, movin' slow. Sippin' on that wock, feelin' fly, Babytron here, gonna reach for the sky. Joe walked in, feeling like a boss, Grabbed that pop, didn't care about the cost. Sippin' on that wock, feeling so cool, In the corner store, breakin' all the rules. Joe, Joe, on the go, To the corner store, movin' slow. Sippin' on that wock, feelin' fly, Babytron here, gonna reach for the sky. Joe's trip to the store was one to remember, Sippin' on that wock, feeling so tender. Babytron on the beat, droppin' this flow, About Joe and his pop, yo, now you know. Joe, Joe, on the go, To the corner store, movin' slow. Sippin' on that wock, feelin' fly, Babytron here, gonna reach for the sky. (Outro) So next time you head out, like my man Joe, Grab a pop, sip that wock, feel the flow. Babytron on the mic, droppin' rhymes so tight, Keep sippin' on that wock, all day and night. shittyboyz

[Verse] Concrete jungle, heart of a lion Steady rollin', got no time for cryin' Hustlers waitin', block saturated Swallowed pride, never underestimated [Verse 2] Lost some homies, streets take a toll Poverty stricken, but rich in soul Grabbed the pen, like a gun on safety Words murder beats, like it's Manhattan's Macy's [Chorus] Rise like the sun in the city's glow Struggle, hustle, let the embers show Platinum dreams from the ghetto's vine Concrete cracks, but I'm doin' fine [Verse 3] Dodged bullets, both metal and metaphor Through the fire, walked on the devil's floor Chillin' in alleys, cookin' up Scriptures My life's a canvas, paintin’ vivid pictures [Bridge] Handshakes turn to ice, trust is thin Survival tactics in this game we in But I lace up, where angels tread lightly Turn shadows into light, striking nightly [Verse 4] Systemic chains, broke one by one Landed a punch, battle is never done From the gutter, diamonds pure and rare Through the bitter air, rose from the snare

[Verse] 地铁里的旋律，楼下卖葱油饼的阿姨 街头涂鸦，感觉多彩如樱花季 阳光洒在芭莎港的小巷 某某站台边缘有个擒挂手的潮男 [Verse 2] 饺子皮薄如丝绸，甩手面的筋道 学校食堂味道，课上无聊如咸鱼的煎炸 玩个街机，币子插满口袋 电影片段，流淌在每个按键下 [Chorus] 嘻嘻哈哈，小问题硬是变高潮段 大步踏上节拍，甭管几步一拍 生活如那小浪花，一浪接一浪 从早到晚，这个小 rap刚刚开始亮相 [Verse 3] 下个街区，王婆卖的还是那个瓜 夜市摊头，多种美食飘香似梦乡 网络上飘的红人，短视频挤满掌上 热搜话题，闲聊叽叽喳喳如蝉鸣 [Verse 4] 桌角堆满泡面壳，屋外打鸟的小孩 K歌房的麦克风，咬字不清仍自豪 荒山野林的探险，如童话故事般奇妙 公交车上站在众人间，如金鸡独立般骄傲 [Chorus] 嘻嘻哈哈，小问题硬是变高潮段 大步踏上节拍，甭管几步一拍 生活如那小浪花，一浪接一浪 从早到晚，这个小 rap才要发光

[Verse] Splurge on a Bentley, transform like Optimus, Wallet stay fat, ain't no Jenny Craig stoppin' this. Gold-plated chain, thick, Doc Octopus tentacles, Cash rules everything, lyrics so quintessential. [Verse 2] VVS stones, gleamin' like a Tesla on full charge, Chromed-out rims, bigger than a Can-Am Spyder, so large. Closet full of Gucci, Fendi, and Prada, House in the hills, model chicks sippin' matcha. [Chorus] Diamond-studded dreams, life's a flashy mirage, Cash in overflowing streams, living like a demigod. Consumerism schemes, just a lavish barrage, False glamour in beams, clearest in the entourage. [Verse 3] Amazon packages, doorstep like Christmastime, Virtual shopping carts, the new-age paradigms. Bling on auto-tune, jewelry singin' in melodies, Heart beat irregular with credit cards’ felonies. [Bridge] Monogrammed bathrobes and imported cigars, Luxury on overload, driveways holdin' exotic cars. Plastic in my name, credit limit so elastic, Swipe it for status, ride the wave of material classic. [Verse 4] Pop champagne, the fizzy fountain of youth, Silver spoon dreams, continually chasin' that proof. Stock market bound, dollar bills in freefall, Grapplin' with greed's hold, no sight of the overhaul.

[Verse] Zombie codebase, shamblin' in decay, Domain Driven Design, here to save the day. Necromancer patterns, resurrect that mess, Chaos in the backlog, can't pass that test. Got no clean architecture, drowning in bugs, Magic bullet diagrams, drawn on coffee mugs. Mindless loops and cursed dependencies, Refactor like black magic, bringin' clarity, please. [Verse 2] Ghoulish frameworks hauntin' every file, Code smells stinkin', more than rottin' bile. Hexagonal exorcism, rituals in the night, Bounded contexts battle, in the devs' light. Aggregates and value objects risin' from the ground, Entities marching, to the algorithmic sound. Kill the undead tech debt, with a Model's bite, Spot that anti-pattern, in the pale moonlight. [Chorus] Revive the code, it's a developer's creed, Domain Driven Design, plantin' the seed. From a nightmare project, to a well-oiled machine, Prophecies in patterns, codebase so clean. Domain sorcery, rid us of this curse, Granular and modular, no need to rehearse. Revive the code, it's a developer’s creed, Domain Driven Design, plantin' the seed.