[Verse 1]
Hold on, hold on.
Put that pen down.
I know what you're writing now —
Some dumb shit to get clout.

But here's an idea,
How about you try to inspire?
Not every verse gotta flex,
Say something real,

Tell me 'bout pain,
Tell me 'bout doubt,
Tell me 'bout nights
You couldn’t figure it out.

Double entendre, reference point,
Flip it into a mission statement
That resonates —
Make ‘em pause when they play it.

Ink with intention,
Truth in your cadence,
Not just a banger,
But something that’s ageless.

Lines that last,
Do more than make a playlist


[Chorus]
System error, soul not found,
I’m still analog when the net goes down.
Functional, versatile, hostile,
And I’ve been dope for a while.

(Yeah) I’ve been dope for a while — [x3]

[verse 2]
Let me help you — start rappin’.
Begin with truth, then build from what happened.
Use your voice — stop all the cappin’.
Cut the buzzwords. Slow down. Quit actin’.

Put the Aye Eye down — no neon lights,
No midnight hymns or glitch-core rites.
No chrome-dipped sins or secondhand skins.
Real writes real — that’s where it begins.

You wanna touch souls? Say what haunts you.
Not just rhymes — what’s tryin’ to confront you.
Don’t beg for applause, let it earn its place.
And if silence follows... sit it in it with grace.

Timeless,” “vulnerable,” “journey through pain” —
Don’t shuffle the words, they don’t hit the same.
“Lost in the moment,” “found in the fire” —
What moment? What fire? Narrate, son — inspire.

If it ain’t yours, then the soul won’t translate.
I’ve seen blank stares masked as intention.
Line breaks forced just to fake dimension,
I’ve read your “truth” — it’s a soft translation.

[Chorus]
System error, soul not found,
I’m still analog when the net goes down.
Functional, versatile, hostile,
And I’ve been dope for a while.

(Yeah) I’ve been dope for a while — [x3]

[Verse 2]
A maze of metaphors — we’ve heard ‘em all before,
Dressed up as pain, but hollow at the core.
No weight.
No truth.
Just drama and décor.
So fake —
It’s Avatar. Blue face, no war.

You want bars?
Then bleed.
Don’t hide the scar.
Don't write to go viral,
Write who you are.

No poems that pose.
No quotes for the ‘Gram.
Say something that sticks —
Not just what you can.

Don’t rap for the claps,
Write what won’t fade.
Put fear in the pen.
Put pride in the grave.

If you ain’t scared to say it —
It won’t hit anyway.

Talk slick
Then show ‘em boxcutter wit.
No cap —
All facts.
No fluff in the script.

Sharp tongue.
Cut clean.
No muzzle on it.
Show pain —
Don’t stage it.
That struggle’s legit.

Bare chest,
No vest —
Just breath and grit.
Heart loud —
No silence to smother it.

Don’t write summaries
To things you ain’t seen.
Don’t dress trauma
To sell it as clean.

Mean somethin’.
Speak blunt —
No subtlety.
No trap talk
If it ain’t your company.

Bar tight —
Like fists.
No fumblin’ hits.
Make ‘em feel it
Right here —
Dead-center in the ribs.


[Chorus]
System error, soul not found,
I’m still analog when the net goes down.
Functional, versatile, hostile,
And I’ve been dope for a while.

(Yeah) I’ve been dope for a while — [x3]

[outor]
(Fading)
I've been dope for awhile [x3}