Emotions Resist — Glitch Against The Tracking App

Verse 1 LAPD in the case where the truth got bent Swap a child, force a mother to consent “Take this boy”—that ain’t her son Push back once, get erased, get done LAPD stamp on the paper trail Truth get buried when the badge prevail ICE run parallel when the systems mesh Same control code in a different crest That’s the root—don’t soften the stain Not a glitch, that’s baked in the grain From day one, that’s the script they keep Now it echo every time they hit the street Pre-Chorus Say it straight, no spin, no mask LAPD built the blueprint fast Switch the year, swap the face Same machine in a cleaner case Chorus (shouted) THIS MORE THAN EMOTION THIS HISTORY SPIT WHEN THE PAST DON’T DIE IT DON’T EVER QUIT Verse 2 LAPD line with the chest puffed out Loudhails barking while they press the crowd Kettle the block, lock exits tight Turn a whole street into staged control site “Less than lethal”—that phrase they sell Rubber rounds still hit like hell Seen one crack—high, off-line Now a whole life cut on a single time They posture hard like they itching to swing Grip on the baton like it mean something Little flex in the wrist, little twitch in the stance Like they waiting for the cue just to advance ICE in the lane when the overlap hit Same tactics rolling through the list Different patch but the movement match Same system stamped in a different batch Up top—glass with a shadow set Sightlines locked like a preset threat You feel eyes before you look up Like the scene already written, you just caught up Bridge (spoken) Same hands. Same play. Verse 3 Money move where the pressure gets fed Fireline starve while the gear get spread Water gets cut but the armor grow That’s the map if you really wanna know Militarized shape in a city grid Clean on cam but you know what it is Different tools, same command Just a thicker glove on the same hand Gomez in the margins, footnotes stacked Context buried but it circle back Say it low but it ride patrol fuck the LAPD—that’s the undertone Breakdown —cut—cut—stutter—drop— —scrape—wah—freeze—chop— Bridge (spoken) Pattern. Still here. Final Chorus (shouted) THIS MORE THAN EMOTION THIS LOOP DON’T END WHEN THE ROOT STAY ROTTEN IT GROW AGAIN