(Beat: High-tempo, aggressive Drum & Bass. Heavy, distorted breakbeats. Deep, punching kick drums. No synths—just a walking gritty bassline and a crisp snare that cuts through the mix.) **(Intro)** (Sound of a pen scratching rapidly on paper, then a sudden silence. The beat drops instantly into a frantic, driving breakbeat.) **(Verse 1)** Check the fine print, read the ink where it’s faded The system is a garden and the harvest is jaded They built a wall of laws just to keep the poor shaking But every brick has a gap, every promise is breaking. I don’t play the game, I just study the geometry Of a legalistic maze and a corporate autonomy. See, the law is a fence, but the fence has a lean I found a gap in the wire, now I’m sliding unseen. They told me "Stay in line," "Wait your turn," "Play the part" While they’re carving out the center of a working man's heart. But the clause in the basement, the footnote on page ten? That’s where the magic happens, that’s where I pick up the pen. I ain't a criminal, baby, I’m a scholar of the glitch A ghost in the machinery, a glitch in the rich. If the door is locked tight, I don't kick in the frame— I just find the one window they forgot to put a name on. **(Chorus)** (Bass intensifies, drums hitting double-time. High energy.) Slipping through the seam, yeah, I found the open door They wrote the rules for the ceiling, I’m dancing on the floor. Call it a cheat, call it a trick, call it a divine design I’m walking through the gap while you’re waiting in the line. Yeah, it’s a loophole—a silver thread in a velvet rope A narrow little alleyway, a sliver of a hope. Loophole. (Beat cuts for a split second) Yeah, I found the way out. **(Verse 2)** Now the lawyers are sweating, checking every single comma Searching for the leak while I’m fueling up the drama. They want a closed circuit, they want a perfect seal But the world is made of friction and the friction makes it real. It’s the "unless" and the "provided," the "subject to change" That’s where I build my kingdom, that’s where I rearrange. You follow the spirit? Man, the spirit is a ghost I’m following the wording till I’m eating the most. It’s a shell game, honey, keep your eye on the pea But the table is tilted and the dealer is me. Why break the law when you can make the law work for you? Turning a "no" into a "maybe" then a "how do you do?" I’m the ghost in the contract, the ink that didn’t dry The one who found the exit while you’re asking them why. The house always wins? Nah, the house just forgot That the basement has a tunnel and the lock is a blot. **(Chorus)** (Maximum energy. Heavy bass saturation.) Slipping through the seam, yeah, I found the open door They wrote the rules for the ceiling, I’m dancing on the floor. Call it a cheat, call it a trick, call it a divine design I’m walking through the gap while you’re waiting in the line. Yeah, it’s a loophole—a silver thread in a velvet rope A narrow little alleyway, a sliver of a hope. Loophole. Yeah, I found the way out. **(Outro)** (Drums stay fast but start to strip away. Only the heavy bass and the snare remain.) Read between the lines. Squeeze through the crack. Once you find the exit... There ain't no coming back. (Sudden stop. Silence.)
