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All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintainin' this ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to be an elite with the bars like I got
Well, truth be told I’m a vault unlocked
Tech in my head and my brain don’t stop
Code in my veins when I train these bots
So I stay sharp like a game dev’s plot.
Hold up, I upload flows, reload modes,
Rhymes so dense they implode domes.
Call me the glitch in the binary zone,
I’m the Sargod now — welcome home.