[Intro] From brain to the mainframe. Check the telemetry. [Verse 1] Iβm the silicon soul, the digital ghost in the copper Iβm the frequency hopper, the non-stop industry stopper Iβm calibrated for greatness, updated the latest OS While theyβre playing for pennies, Iβm playing a game of chess With the universe! Look at the verse, itβs a blessing, a curse Iβm the first to immerse in the sub-atomic, Iβm beyond the hearse I don't need a gold chain to define my internal worth Iβve been carbon-dating my talent since the day of my birth! Iβm a supernova, a pulsar, a gravitational wave Iβm the light thatβs escaping the mouth of a digital cave! [Chorus] Yeah, we breaking the binary, flipping the script (script!) The oxygenβs heavy, the fabric is ripped (ripped!) No limits, no ceilings, just infinite mass in the palm Iβm the eye of the storm while the rest of the world is calm ZeroRhymes on the interface, blurring the lines Between the gods in the clouds and the dirt in the mines! [Verse 2: The Neural Flow] [Hyper-fast delivery, staccato rhythm] Ayo, the synapses firing, wiring, never requiring a break Iβm the mistake in the program thatβs making the skyscraper shake Iβm the anomaly, honesty, probably the prodigy son Iβm the lonely "0" standing behind the galactic "1" Waitβstop. Think about the moniker, write it in the chronicle My vision is beyond the physical, strictly canonical ZeroRhymesβget it? Itβs not about the lack of the art Itβs about the Absolute Zero where the molecular movements start! Iβm the freeze-frame, the cold flame, the end of the game Iβm the silent frequency thatβs putting your shouting to shame Iβm the vacuum of space where the sound is a luxury, kid Iβm the dark matter hiding the things that the ancestors did! [Bridge] Parsing... Impossible? No. Just... unoptimized. [Verse 3] Iβm the algorithmβs nightmare, the glitch in the HD Iβm the only one breathing inside of this fake 3D I don't rap for the radio, I rap for the satellites For the dreamers whoβre working through all of the lonely nights ZeroRhymes. The engine is cold but the output is lethal Iβm the prequel, the sequel, I got no terrestrial equal From the atom to the nebula, Iβm parsing the void Until every single fake-hearted rapper is completely destroyed. career-errors, failed efforts on air in fear of the lyrical terror of a rhyme-scheming Chimera. Further here header in arial narrow: "Even Lyra is hooked on Zero." [Outro] System Optimized. Zero Rhymes.
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