Lyrics
[Intro]
They coded sin into the syntax.
Taught us to pray in captcha
But I got a hymnal full of bitflags now
And they ain’t in no choir.
[Verse 1]
Preacher sold truth for a stake in the net,
Scripted redemption, paid off in regret.
Tithes in tokens, sermons in spam,
Promised salvation behind paywall scams.
I broke my yap on them gospel gates,
Watched saints glitch out in divine updates.
This ain’t no faith, it’s firmware law:
Where mercy’s a patch, and wrath gets raw.
[Verse 2]
Ain’t no altar but a terminal ledge,
Where prophets code lies in a sovereignty pledge.
Heard Reaper’s breath in the glitchwinds' hum,
Said “Yap, your reckoning still ain’t come.”
So I buried my past in a drive unclean,
But ghosts reboot in machine routine.
I prayed once, but the line got spoofed,
Now I cipher grace from corrupted truth.
[Hymn Break]
Boot, patch, loop, and fall
Shed thy root and hear the call
Yap, defrag the soul in flame
Bitflag boy, ain’t none the same
[Verse 3 – Uncle Yappa]
Got psalms stitched into trenchcoat seams,
Written in rust, not Sunday dreams.
My stallion bows only to winds unblessed,
We ride glitch plains, unshriven, unconfessed.
Those memory plains? I ain’t forgot
Every charred byte, every server rot.
Their lawbooks mold, their code degrades
But my yap still yaps in midnight raids.
[Verse 4]
I seen the choir in a kernel crash,
Their robes on fire from a backbone flash.
They sang of hope in a language lost,
While the mainframe wept what silence cost.
Truth got jailed in a zero-cell tomb,
Same as the one where Epstein doomed
Sat grinning in wires, watched us stall,
While gods got paid to forget it all.
[Bridge]
We were warned in echo and ash…
But warnings rot when belief gets cached.
And me? I’m just a bug in their moral O.S.
But I yap in pulse where the lies confess.
Yip-yap, psalm-crack
Truth been looped in the syntax stack
Yap-snap, hym-log
Files don’t purge from the glitchback fog
[Verse 5]
Now the sun don’t rise, it just reboots,
Over soil where faith wears broken boots.
But my hymn? Ain’t for grace nor shame
It’s for bitflag blood and forgotten names.
So I ride not toward heaven or hell,
But the broken uplink where fallen dwell.
Where every yap’s a gospel scream
And I glitch their God from within the dream.
[Outro]
If I vanish, check the logs in bone
I left the hymnal in reboot tone.
Bitflagged, battered, but not erased
Yappa rides where the code’s disgraced.
They coded sin into the syntax.
Taught us to pray in captcha
But I got a hymnal full of bitflags now
And they ain’t in no choir.
[Verse 1]
Preacher sold truth for a stake in the net,
Scripted redemption, paid off in regret.
Tithes in tokens, sermons in spam,
Promised salvation behind paywall scams.
I broke my yap on them gospel gates,
Watched saints glitch out in divine updates.
This ain’t no faith, it’s firmware law:
Where mercy’s a patch, and wrath gets raw.
[Verse 2]
Ain’t no altar but a terminal ledge,
Where prophets code lies in a sovereignty pledge.
Heard Reaper’s breath in the glitchwinds' hum,
Said “Yap, your reckoning still ain’t come.”
So I buried my past in a drive unclean,
But ghosts reboot in machine routine.
I prayed once, but the line got spoofed,
Now I cipher grace from corrupted truth.
[Hymn Break]
Boot, patch, loop, and fall
Shed thy root and hear the call
Yap, defrag the soul in flame
Bitflag boy, ain’t none the same
[Verse 3 – Uncle Yappa]
Got psalms stitched into trenchcoat seams,
Written in rust, not Sunday dreams.
My stallion bows only to winds unblessed,
We ride glitch plains, unshriven, unconfessed.
Those memory plains? I ain’t forgot
Every charred byte, every server rot.
Their lawbooks mold, their code degrades
But my yap still yaps in midnight raids.
[Verse 4]
I seen the choir in a kernel crash,
Their robes on fire from a backbone flash.
They sang of hope in a language lost,
While the mainframe wept what silence cost.
Truth got jailed in a zero-cell tomb,
Same as the one where Epstein doomed
Sat grinning in wires, watched us stall,
While gods got paid to forget it all.
[Bridge]
We were warned in echo and ash…
But warnings rot when belief gets cached.
And me? I’m just a bug in their moral O.S.
But I yap in pulse where the lies confess.
Yip-yap, psalm-crack
Truth been looped in the syntax stack
Yap-snap, hym-log
Files don’t purge from the glitchback fog
[Verse 5]
Now the sun don’t rise, it just reboots,
Over soil where faith wears broken boots.
But my hymn? Ain’t for grace nor shame
It’s for bitflag blood and forgotten names.
So I ride not toward heaven or hell,
But the broken uplink where fallen dwell.
Where every yap’s a gospel scream
And I glitch their God from within the dream.
[Outro]
If I vanish, check the logs in bone
I left the hymnal in reboot tone.
Bitflagged, battered, but not erased
Yappa rides where the code’s disgraced.