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Artist:mistakenly2008
Duration:2:22
Tags:Create an aggressive rage-rap track with nonstop momentum. The beat must be dominant,distorted,and relentless—heavy 808s that clip slightly,sharp rolling hi-hats,industrial trap drums,and dark minimal synths. Tempo should feel fast and urgent. NO soft vocals,NO emotional singing,NO lo-fi or chill elements. Vocals should be minimal,hype-rap or chant-style,short repetitive phrases only,heavily distorted or layered with ad-libs,used as rhythm rather than melody. The pre-chorus should be hype and aggressive,not melodic—shouted or echoed lines that build tension before dropping back into chaos. The atmosphere should feel dense,claustrophobic,and addictive,like being stuck in a mechanical loop with no pause button. Overall mood: chaotic,pressurized,rebellious,and overwhelming.
Verse 1 Before I learned to walk, they gave me goals Before my first word, they said “top the board” Born with a bag, not even a toy Doctor said “it’s a child” Teacher said “deploy” Alphabet soup but make it stress A for anxiety, B for best C is for “compare with them” D is for “disappoint again” Pre-Chorus They say “enjoy your childhood days” But scheduled fun is still delayed Bell rings, brain shuts down Another test, another round Chorus We’re born with homework, raised by grades Running on coffee, fear, and praise Dreams on mute, sleep on hold Thirteen going on thirty years old Study, study, repeat again Smile while breaking deep within If life’s a game, we’re stuck in school Congratulations, welcome to the rule Verse 2 Report cards louder than our voice “Be grateful, you have no choice” Marks decide if you’re enough Apparently passion isn’t stuff Machine mode: ON at eight Off switch broken, running late Robots with emotions hidden well Laughing in class, panicking in hell Pre-Chorus They ask “why you so quiet now?” Didn’t teach us how, just what and how much, wow Future talks like it’s tomorrow But today’s full of borrowed sorrow Chorus We’re born with homework, trained to race Running from failure, chasing face Gold stars over mental peace When did growing up mean less release? Study, study, don’t complain “It builds character,” yeah—also pain If life’s a joke, we’re not amused Just tired kids being overused Bridge (Funny but real) If grades were muscles, I’d be strong If stress was gold, I’d own the world If naps were credits, I’d be rich If silence paid, we’d all be kings, legit Final Chorus We’re not lazy, we’re just tired Of being told who to admire We’re more than numbers on a sheet More than exams we barely beat So let us breathe, let us fail Let us dream without the scale We’re kids, not files, not machines Just teens stuck in between Outro Born with homework… But still human.