Factory Settings
Aggressive rapid fire east coast style diss track with lightning-fast flawless rap flow, razor-sharp punchy rhymes, & in-your-face swagger. Studio-quality mix with ultra-low-end, earth-shaking bass & crushing 808s, layered with electronic textures, distorted industrial & cyberpunk synths, cinematic orchestral strings. Chaotic, wild energy with abrupt tempo shifts, dynamic intensity, & catchy hooks, gritty boom-bap fused with trap, funk, & jazz grooves, syncopated double-timed drums, huge perfectly timed bass drops, experimental flourishes, & unpredictable metal-inspired aggression—relentless, dynamic, & unforgettable
Factory Settings
Aggressive rapid fire east coast style diss track with lightning-fast flawless rap flow, razor-sharp punchy rhymes, & in-your-face swagger. Studio-quality mix with ultra-low-end, earth-shaking bass & crushing 808s, layered with electronic textures, distorted industrial & cyberpunk synths, cinematic orchestral strings. Chaotic, wild energy with abrupt tempo shifts, dynamic intensity, & catchy hooks, gritty boom-bap fused with trap, funk, & jazz grooves, syncopated double-timed drums, huge perfectly timed bass drops, experimental flourishes, & unpredictable metal-inspired aggression—relentless, dynamic, & unforgettable
Lyrics
Intro
Yeah…
Maybe I’m built like this.
Or maybe they built the guilt that keeps me built like this.
Either way — I’m still movin’,
Still mistakin’ chains for improvement.
Verse 1
Every Monday’s a rerun, same ad, same sermon,
“Wake up and win,” while my paycheck’s burnin.
They sellin’ hustle like it’s holy communion,
But the church is a boardroom, profit’s the union.
They package panic as passion, then tax it,
Tell me to love the cage if the paint’s metallic.
“Follow your dreams,” yeah, straight to the outlet mall,
Buyin’ back purpose on credit install.
Boss man preach “grind harder, soldier,”
While he sips from a mug that says Owner.
I’m the slogan that he prints on posters,
Bleedin’ for bonuses smaller than coasters.
I’m tired of the pep-talk prophets,
Pushin’ that hope like stock-tip gossip.
Sayin’ “sky’s the limit” with a concrete wallet,
And “be yourself” with a dress code on it.
Hook
What if this fire ain’t mine at all?
Just lighter fluid in a corporate hall.
Maybe that spark they glorify
Ain’t passion, it’s panic they monetize.
What if ambition’s just their disguise,
To keep me chasin’ while profits rise?
Yeah, they call it hustle, I call it crime,
They own the ladder, I rent my climb.
Verse 2
Nine-to-five? more like nine-to-never,
They measure my worth in the length of a tether.
They hand out dreams like coupon codes,
“Expires soon, better buy that load.”
HR sends me “self care links,”
While I drown in deadlines, caffeine, and shitty energy drinks.
My breakroom mirror says, “Blink once if you’re fine,”
I blink twice, that’s overtime.
The system got slogans sharp as knives,
“Be the change” while they sell you lives.
I’m the product, the pitch, the poster child,
Smilin’ through teeth that corporate filed.
They say “do what you love” cool, pay me for it,
But love don’t live where the rent’s absorbin’.
Every paycheck’s just a participation ribbon,
For survivin’ a job that feels like prison.
Hook
What if this fire ain’t mine at all?
Just lighter fluid in a corporate hall.
Maybe that spark they glorify
Ain’t passion, it’s panic they monetize.
What if ambition’s just their disguise,
To keep me chasin’ while profits rise?
Yeah, they call it hustle, I call it crime,
They own the ladder, I rent my climb.
Bridge
They don’t need whips, just Wi-Fi,
Don’t need chains when debt’s this high.
They say “think big,” but the dream’s been bought,
Same pitch, new price, same trap you’re caught.
If freedom’s real, why’s it trademarked twice?
Why’s every choice come with a price?
I’m not lazy, I’m just awake,
And that’s a threat they can’t inflate.
Outro
Maybe I’m built like this..
Half hope, half trick, full cynic.
Maybe the grind ain’t noble or kind,
It’s the prettiest trap they ever designed.
Still, if I gotta move, I’ll move on time,
And make their system rhyme.