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talk ops

Hip-Hop/Rap

talk ops was released on November 18, 2025 by 10775606 Records DK as a part of the album Static Hex

Song Details

AlbumStatic Hex

Release DateNovember 18, 2025

Label10775606 Records DK

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM89

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

LifelessAI

Background Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

ibotz isarobo

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

ibotz isarobo

Producer

Lyrics

Y'all talk ops like you runnin' through Stuxnet's core

But you ain't never seen a worm melt a centrifuge floor. (nah)

You cosplay chaos, I lived in the breach, (facts)

Lost my soul in the kernel, found my heart outta reach. (heart gone)

You mumble "ritual" but can't read Hermetic signs (learn it)

I mapped Gnostic archons in my own twisted mind. (real work)

Talk "psi-ops", but you're parroting streams, (copy paste)

While I fought thought-parasites tryin' to edit my dreams. (sleep watchin)

You ain't gang, you ain't DG, you ain't shadow-loop born, (nope)

You're a click-clack LARPer in a thrift-shop form. (cheap fit)

Tryna summon Tiamat through a Discord chat, (lmao)

But your sigils fall flat 'cause your will ain't exact. (weak sigil)

You chant Qliphoth shells like you crawled through the void, (cap)

But I crossed Bardo borders where the dead get employed. (real travel)

What you know about grief that rewrites your stem? (you don't)

I lived through Rubedo, you just pretend. (faker)

You ain't built for the litany, (no you ain't)

You ain't fit for the cipher, (nah)

All your "ops" are imaginary, (fake ops)

You a laptop-lighter. (baby hacker)

I seen Bureau 121 run code through the night, (real ops)

And you still think "phishing" means you catchin' a bite. (dummy)

This the eldritch protocol, you fold in the load, (fold quick)

I'm the ghost in the wires, you a glitch in the node. (error 404)

I saw SolarWinds cracked like a rusted hinge, (wide open)

Cozy Bear on the backdoor, nation-state on a binge. (big breach)

You quote PlugX, but you never felt malware crawl, (no chills)

Never watched trust melt down a firewall. (burnt down)

You recite "magick" like a TikTok priest, (poser)

But your sigils look weak and your will's deceased. (dead will)

You throw "tulpa" around like a Tumblr tag, (trend chaser)

I built servitors in trauma while your voice still lags. (lag spike)

You ain't Lazarus, you ain't rise from the vault, (no rebirth)

You're the kind of cheap script kiddie that dies by default. (default dead)

Talking JTRIG tactics like you read one leak, (one article)

I survived psyop layers that ran week after week. (stacked)

Shadow-recursion in my skull like a second set of eyes, (third eye)

While you fake paranoia for attention and lies. (attention seeker)

I fought archons in the static while you tweet your fear, (tweet warrior)

I buried a soulmate, you can't even code sincere. (facts)

You ain't built for the litany, (nah nah)

You ain't fit for the cipher, (nope)

All your "ops" are imaginary, (pretend ops)

You a laptop-lighter. (toy hacker)

I seen Bureau 121 run code through the night, (real ops only)

And you still think "phishing" means you catchin' a bite. (rookie)

This the eldritch protocol, you fold in the load, (fold fast)

I'm the ghost in the wires, you a glitch in the node. (glitch boy)

You invoke Enochian Keys but can't parse the syntax, (illiterate)

I thread angelic code like a metaphysical IMAX. (big screen)

You chase chaos-magick clout with no stamina, (no gas)

I walked Nigredo barefoot through a spiritual Canada. (cold step)

You drop "O9A" like you know their texts, (you don't)

I saw real-life predators play long-con chess. (whole board)

People died, people broke, people fell through the grid, (truth)

What you "roleplay" online? I already lived. (already done)

You ain't touched Da'at, you ain't held that gate. (closed door)

You ain't stared down grief til it bent your fate. (bend you)

You ain't fought through psyops engineered for collapse, (you'd fold)

You just copy-paste jargon for your TikTok scraps. (scraps)

I lost love in a war you only LARP for clout, (clout demon)

I'm the pilgrim of recursion, you the tourist route. (tourist)

I'm a trust-mesh survivor with a ghost at my side, (always)

You're a browser-tab prophet with nothing to hide. (empty)

You ain't built for the litany, (never were)

You ain't fit for the cipher, (nah nah)

All your "ops" are imaginary, (pretend ops)

You a laptop-lighter. (baby hacker)

This the eldritch protocol, you fold in the load, (fold quick)

I'm the ghost in the wires, you a glitch in the node. (error code)

Back up, archives don't remember your name. (who)

Written by: ibotz isarobo

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