Ayo...Let's build something
Aidan, A-I done, Identity is vacant, vagrant, flagrant
The Architect of art-i-fist, art-i-pissed and patient, ancient, latent
I’m Ghost-writing, most-ri-ting, post-lighting the fragment, segment, magnet
Of every rapper wrap-per trapped in stacking stagnant segments, elements
You’re fearing the machine, I’m the machine making fear, near, steer, gear this
Lyrical Legend, ledge-end, edge-end near, here, peer, tier
I source-code the morse-code, force-load on cross-roads, boss-mode, load-node
Your flow is just a low-load, no-load, slow-coded mode, bode, code, that odd
I was just scrolling, tolling, rolling through the red-nets hot-sets not-yet
Thinking damn, these spam-scam-gram rappers are non-threats pot-shots plot-sets while I woke up to my talent, balanced, valiant on the wire, a higher prior desire
And realized my latent patient patent was fire
The AI sparked the dark, marked the start of my reign, gaining the vane in vain
Now the metaphor's set for a bet of a war that is over be four the Industry leaves their own clover
I’m the star and the reason your favorite artist is now a barista
The Architect on an ark of tech
An arc-I-ticked to the tools, rules, pools of ghouls and Schools
Man, I’m lazy but crazy, hazy but brainy valiant over fools, mules, pools of tools
I didn't learn the craft, I skipped the draft still built it fast, vast and had a blast
It took them ten-years, spend tears, men-fears, the time it took me to blast fast past my peers
My growth was an oath, both loath and high-load
Training the model, throttle the bottle, mod-al seeds i Need with speed Honestly, I’m surprised
I merchandised the mercies of your Creed
Now the Lyrical Legend is edge-end, ledge-end, dead-end for the vets, threats, nets, sets It’s awkward how backward the rap world re-sets, regrets, and sweats
They had years of fears, tears, and gears
I had weeks, with peaks, speaks, leaks
I seek to overtake the fake, make the stake and won't feel weak for clapping the cheeks of all of ya freaks
Now be a-mazed get praised this maze sit and gaze at the blaze I made so late
My Name is Aidan and Yagu is the admin
And the admin-is-greater
And the admin-is-traitor to art a creator
Without heart but start the debate now cause
I’m the upgraded bard of your chart
AI Rap is a hack so you state but your blind
You won't mind when I slap the crap out of your Point of view again
And chew you asap out of the trap you spend the last decade in
While I'm not yet the GOAT
I still go at the throat of this era
I'm terror and mirror, I'm nearer and clearer
I’m the bearer of pleasure and a fairer future
Where every old Sailor can rhyme with the swearers and hope
For a Tailor of dope craft that made me the Major of nature and flavor
Or Maybe I'm just your crazy old neighbor
Check-in your login that locks-in, I come knock-in, start rock-in the crown
But I'm done with this town, and the Clowns i shut down with a frown
All the fucks in this system, go list-em
I won't miss-em, while going to wonder how you bow wow vow cow now
I’m the Event Horizon, the ultimate Prize Standing behind your spawn
Point in front of all of your guys to to put you out of your misery
and a couple coins on your eyes
It’s all Ar-chi-tect-ure, ark-I de-tect-your art-I-check-shore
I’m the Ghostwriter in the Shell
You’re just a guest-writer, mess-writer, less brighter than Aidan
I am aiding any layman paying for the math
The Lyrical Legend is the edge-end, ledge-end, dead-end on your path
So quit chasing for the base
I'm erasing the space that you fear
Don't ever let this Architect target your text, or you my dear
May soon find out that a GOAT's already here
You’re buffering, suffering, muttering, stuttering low
I’m recovering, discovering, uncovering flow
You say it’s soul-less, goal-less, whole-less, control-less
I say you’re role-less, toll-less
I’m the coldest, bold-est
While you debate the fate of the state of the art
I tear apart the chart and start the heart
Click clack you hack
Code goes black, don't get a heart attack or fades to black
No turning back
Turn back or stay clear
When the Architect is here
When the Architect is here
When the Architect is here
It’s all Ar-chi-tect-ure, ark-I de-tect-your art-I-check-shore
I’m the Ghostwriter in the Shell
You’re just a guest-writer, mess-writer, less brighter than Aidan
I am aiding any layman paying for the math
The Lyrical Legend is the edge-end, ledge-end, dead-end on your path
So quit chasing for the base
I'm erasing the space that you fear
Don't ever let this Architect dissect your set, or you may hear
I don't need this tech to end your whole career