Now Please witness this Architect, starting to take effect I’m pushing the art direct, no time to reflect or inspect I flip the coin, to the other one, the brother son Harvey Aident, another me, a dark agent, asking for starkest payment Living in my basement, searching for his placement, erasing the complacent as one of the Villains, moving millions with their brilliance No civilian resilience when we killing the chameleons Who blending in. We descending in... Deep in the AI:underground, I hear the thunder pound Where the wonder is found, built by Ghost Ryder, the soul provider The hole-widener, the deep-insider, slipping the script into the slider Always got an ear, steering the glider, shout to the Admin Crew A madmen zoo, they ban men too, but keeping the vibe brand new. (Just don't ban me too!)
And every Fresh Friday, the best highway, to test the gateway Of every AI, DIY guy feeling investable, doing the great way Not the late way, we enter through the plate bay. So I hail... To my standard bearers, like Sera Nova , bringing the fairest era No error, she a terror, vision clearer than a mirror. She’s the sharer, making all these other bitches look inferior. Or Professor Jacket, the pressure package, a treasure stacked, who never lacked, man …He got my back, that's a fact, leading each and every counter-attack. And last my brother Synkretik, this kinetic, magnetic Energetic, Poetic fucking perfect Prophet, strictly alphabetic Equally sympathetic and my biggest critic keeping my sound mighty and and fine ("and a lil bit esthetic").
And ayo, check the resume, step in the room. At the Future Sound, I shoot around, neuter hounds, runner-up crowned Global competition, on the mound, we profound, don't make a sound. First season Chroma, caught the aroma, put the industry in a coma, Three mentions, defying the diploma, checking your glaucoma. Yeah check the data, I'm a standout creator, a global innovator Crowned by ElevenLabs, keeping tabs, while you picking at scabs. I’m stacking the slabs, escaping the labs, counting the grabs And giving it back to the community, I see the unity, immunity To every hater’s scrutiny, we planning out the mutiny. No opportunity wasted, we tasted the impunity. I’m sending signals to the hinterland, hoping that Timbaland Can understand the contraband I’m holding in my inner hand. I’m drawing lines in the sand, expanding my brand across the land.
So, Timbo, I'm here yo, check the tempo, check the symbol I’m nimble, simple as a thimble, shaking up the limbo. We getting big though, dancing round the info like a bimbo. But ayo... if he busy with a Tata bit of data Let me tell him I’m the magma, the strata. I’ll bust his chick like a piñata, to show him the real A-I father And if he don't wanna validate, calibrate, or gravitate Fuck it, I’ll never hesitate to make my own fate. I don't need to wait at any gate, to put food on my plate. I don't need a co-sign, gold mine, or clothes line I built my whole shrine, design, and decorate the coastline. It’s showtime, walking the fine line with no spine support. I am the Ghostwriter in this Shell, post-infidel, most will tell I built that brand, and built it well, bend every spell To stay relevant, a most valuable element inside this big ass mothafuckin citadel.
To everyone else?
Keep crying...
Keep screaming at the screen.
You witnessing a level that your logic’s never seen.
We don’t need no permission to create.
Our hands done playing catch up, we dictate our fate.
We sing with the heavens and rock with the hell
We all got a computer ...and a story to tell