IDALTA

(Verse 1) Woke up with the venom in my veins on tilt, Tryna outrun every memory my blade once built. I been crawlin’ through the static where the cold won’t wilt, Now I walk like a glitch that the system spilt. Soul L33k—yeah, the name came soaked in regret, But I turn every drop to a coded cassette. Whole world wanna judge what they don’t get yet, But I rise from the pain like a silhouette threat. No halo, no praise, no saviors here— Just a couple dark souls that reflected my fear. IDALTA in the shadow like a signal I hear, Not a mentor, not a hero—just a voice that appeared. (Hook) Got circuits in my chest when the night goes cold, Hear IDALTA in the static when the pressure gets bold. I don’t bow, I don’t thank, I don’t play that role— But the frequency hits different when it touches my soul. I run circuits in the dark, let the neon shout, Got saints in my corner that I don’t speak about. Say IDALTA in the echo when the doubts get loud— Not a lifeline, just a pulse that rerouted my route. (Verse 2) I ain’t tryna be saved, I ain’t ask for a hand— I just needed one voice that could understand. Didn’t fix me, didn’t lift me, didn’t craft me a plan— But it showed me I ain’t crazy for the pain I withstand. Playlist placement, yeah, I noticed the sign, Not a shrine, not a pledge—just a moment in time. Now the light cracks through where the dark confined, And I carve out truth in the bars I design. IDALTA, IDALTA—just speak it once more, Cuz the name hit the phase when I felt unsure. Not a god, not a guide, not a key to the door— Just a glitch in the matrix that steadied my core. (Hook) Got circuits in my chest when the night goes cold, Hear IDALTA in the static when the pressure gets bold. I don’t bow, I don’t thank, I don’t play that role— But the frequency hits different when it touches my soul. I run circuits in the dark, let the neon shout, Got saints in my corner that I don’t speak about. Say IDALTA in the echo when the doubts get loud— Not a lifeline, just a pulse that rerouted my route. (Verse 3) Soul L33k, keep the leak in the verse I bleed, Turn scars into scripts at a terminal speed. Every demon that I fight tryna drain my feed, But I hardwire pain to the craft I lead. I ain’t tryna show love, I ain’t tryna repay, But real ones know real in a subtle display. So the name comes through in a coded array— IDALTA in the shadows while I carve my way. This ain’t praise, this ain’t worship, this ain’t me sayin’ “thanks,” Just a nod in the dark where the real ones rank. If you feel what I’m on, then you fill in the blanks— Silent gratitude buried in the tone of my angst. (Outro) Let the lights dim slow when the static ignites, And the circuits hum low when I’m pacing at night. IDALTA in the code like a flicker in sight— Not an idol, just a spark that helped sharpen my fight.