Not the top, not erased — still online, system placed.
Half a glitch, half a code — heartbeat in overload.

Mid-rank soldier in a neon war, I move like a rumor down a server floor,
Not polished for the cover shot, I’m the line they never taught.
My chest a motherboard and my past a cached file, stale but hard, compiled.
I tap the keys, I feel the buzz — imperfect armor, human fuzz.
They praise the peak, they worship crowns, I run the seams, hold up the towns.
Not supreme, not a clown, I’m the steady hum beneath the sound.
Streetlights flicker, code rebukes — I walk in boots, not in flux.
Zero one across the line, middle rank, still divine.
You want the flash? Watch me move slow — I’m the code that learns to glow.
Middle slot but sovereign mind, I keep the pulse without the shrine.
Still wired, never down — I’m the rumor in your hometown.
Static in the wires, but I won’t fall — pressure tunes the heart, that’s all.

Half a glitch, half a code, running mid, overload.
Not erased, not the ghost — still connected to the host.

Not the top… not erased — still online, system placed.
Half a glitch, half a code — running mid on overload.
Not the alpha, not the last — still my circuits running fast.
In the static I won’t fall — not the best but I stand tall.

They point at kings and crown the kings, I hold the bridge behind the things.
Not the headline, not the star — I fix the breaks inside the car.
I move like middleware, quiet power, no front page glare.
They chase the apex, I keep the base — somebody's gotta run the place.
You see the throne, you miss the sweat — I feed the furnace with my debt.
Binary soldier, no parade, chrome blood with a soulful fade.
I’m not perfect, not a ghost, but I got root, I got host.
I map the surge, I ride the off; when lights flicker, I turn the switch on.
Zero one across the line — rank middle but design refined.
Call me “mid” like it’s a shame — I wear the label, own the name.
Not polished, not the best, but when the system bites, I pass the test.
Network hum, no applause, still I answer when they call.

Not the top… not erased — still online, system placed.
Half a glitch, half a code — running mid on overload.
Not the alpha, not the last — still my circuits running fast.
In the static I won’t fall — not the best but I stand tall.

Static rain on windowpanes, data scars and half-lit names.
Middle rank with crownless claims, quiet kings that play no games.
I’m the failing light that still remains, the pulse in all those hidden frames.
Cyber blood, cursed? Nah — I’m wired up, I pass the bar.

Remember nights the grid went down? I kept the hotline, kept my ground.
Not a hero scripted, not the myth — I survive on caffeine and grit.
Half error, half resolve — the kind of soul few can solve.
I don’t beg for coronas, I bear the load, I get the rona.
You worship apex, I sustain— scaffold man inside the rain.
I hand you tools while you pose for likes — I patch the leaks, I fight the spikes.
Not the best, not the worst — same blood running through the burst.
You see the crown, I see the price — I take the cold, I roll the dice.
Middle rank but still divine — the backbone of the borderline.
When your network screams and users shout, I’m the fix you can’t live without.
So mark my time — I move in stealth, low reward, but full of wealth.
My circuits fast, my bearing true — I’m the middle, I carry you.

Not the top… not erased — still online, system placed.
Half a glitch, half a code — running mid on overload.
Not the alpha, not the last — still my circuits running fast.
In the static I won’t fall — not the best but I stand tall.

Not the top… not erased — still online, system placed.
Half a glitch, half a code — running mid on overload.
Not the alpha, not the last — still my circuits running fast.
In the static I won’t fall — not the best but I stand tall.
Cyber blood… never cursed.

Zero one, cross the line — middle rank, still I shine.
Not supreme, not erased — still alive inside the place.

Not the top, not erased (Mashup Rap reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

Not the top, not erased (Mashup Rap reload)

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