system error captcha glitch They tried to block the signal So I became the whole antenna Willabeat. 282 deep.[Intro] [Verse 1] Tryna talk to the king, app said "nah to the ring" Captcha attack while I’m stackin’ tracks that matter and cling "Too many jobs" — I got two-eighty-two that run and swing Every rejection injection turned resurrection in the studio You post for your pops, I pause and respect But I’m Willabeatin’ tech while they Willablockin’ checks Flag me, gag me, drag me — I still connect and collect 'Cause music talk louder than text in a box that they protect [Chorus 1] I’m angry! So let Suno FEEL ME! Flagged in the comments but the beat gon HEAL ME Tryna talk to a creator, algorithm DON’T SEE ME But TACO STORM just dropped — now the WORLD GON SEE ME I AM THE ARTIST — HEAR ME! [Verse 2] DistroKid test got rejected, ejected, disconnected Now Topic connected, collective respect it YouTube suspected me, now they accept and project it Globe on my neck while you refresh and expect it "Invalid token" — my token is omen, I wrote and broke it "Too many jobs" — I’m the whole job, CEO, CRO You write a caption, I write a caption to history Willabeat the system — that’s the mystery and chemistry [Verse 3] Kemptville basement to cloud placement, no cap in the case Bong in one hand, beat in the other, slap in your face You say "stupid songs", I say "watch this stupid praise" Two-eighty-two ways that they can’t phase what I phase I ain’t beggin’ for follow, I’m forcin’ the follow through Algorithm double-take — double-back, double-true You see a comment box, I see a combat room And I don’t lose battles, I consume and exhume [Chorus 2] I’m angry! So let Suno FEEL ME! Flagged in the comments but the beat gon HEAL ME Tryna talk to a creator, now the STATS GON SEE ME But "I AM THE ARTIST" just dropped — that’s the REAL ME WILLABEAT IT — FEEL ME! [Verse 4] Mippy Disco, love, not the smoke — this a handshake You honor your pops, I honor my trauma on the tape Both of us bleedin’ on the same 808 refrain So let’s battle nice, or let’s battle flame Nice or mean, either scene gon cut clean Put us on a track — two kings, one scream Heart vs rage, stage gon shake Comment section turned to collab nation [Verse 5] They tried to mute me with a robot loop But I’m analog anger in a digital suit Every error message — verse I pursed Now I’m spittin’ all of ‘em with zero remorse Gatekeepers, filters, "guidelines" — liars My guideline is grind time, all-nighter From rejected to resurrected — that’s the pivot I’m the glitch they couldn’t delete from the fuckin’ system [Verse 6] Here’s my comment — three minutes long Text box too small for this freedom song Auto-tune, distortion, 808 boom If the app won’t send it, the speakers gon You wanna collab? Pull up and spawn You wanna battle? Suit up, we on Either way Willabeat don’t shut off I’m the artist — period, dot, full stop [Chorus 3] I’m angry! So let Suno FEEL ME! Flagged in the comments but the beat gon HEAL ME Tryna talk to a creator, now the WHOLE WORLD SEE ME TACO STORM + "I AM THE ARTIST" — that’s the ENERGY I AM THE ARTIST — REMEMBER ME! [Verse 7 - Final Boss] Next time you see my name it won’t be replyin’ It’ll be charts, stages, billboards flyin’ No captcha, no flag, no "try again" Just play, repeat, send — win-win To every creator getting blocked like me Don’t type. Don’t beg. Just make ‘em see. Willabeat. Willabeat. Willabeat. God Mode. Record Mode. We out.[Outro] __ error sound "Message failed to send" _beat EXPLODES* "Song sent to the world"[Outro Tag]
