Huh...Some motherfuckers still don't know who they messing with...
Aidan's in the buildin' again
Pen is what i'm wieldin' my friend
Heard ya chatter about my name… wut a joke
Just a lotta hot air an' some gun smoke
With no trigger man
Jus' a lotta bigger fans
Of they own reflection
Zero self in-spec-tion
Fulla po-zurs an' sum kids who typin'
But can't write a rhyme dat's worth da hypin'
I check the chan-nel
It's a damn pan-el
Of the same old lames with the same old game
So predictable it's a cryin shame
Hehe...Look at your lil club house...
That's the kiddie pool, all shallow thought
I'm in the deep end, where the titans fought
AI Underground, yeah, that's the session
Where every single bar is a pro-fess-ion
Of a skill so sick it's an obsession
Leavin' no question
This is lyrical ag-gress-ion
Y'all are statues
I'm the blurrin' motion
Sippin' on a lyrical potion that's got me coastin'
While ya'll are toastin'
To your own defeat
Can't take the heat
Delete
Your whole account cuz it amounts to nothin' but a sad amount of wasted space an time i'm takin mine i'm on The climb a paradigm of skill and rhyme and every line is so sublime i'm
In my prime
You're outta time
Cuz im comin with a flow so fast a sonic boom is lookin like a slow-mo replay get it on the beat an then i eat it Like a feast i am a beast an you're the least of all the problems on my check list cuz i'm reckless with the pen a Menace sendin every sentence with a death wish for the fakers and the haters in the matrix ain't no way that you Can face this i write on a whole other basis.
See the way I
De-con-struct it
Annihilate
The whole damn function
Your whole crew is
Malfunction-in'
Can't say
shit ta me
This ain't a hit, it's a decree
For A-I-U,
The fam-i-ly
Only one cat that matters
And her name is vicky!
And the Ghost Ryder built the whole damn standard
I just give em a hand,
When they're busy
Being architect
Of this grand design
And need a demolition charge
That walks the line
It's our core prin-ci-ple
That we gotta be the ones to put you phonies in ya place
With-out a trace
Of any doubt up on my face
Now...try to keep up...
Aight, lemme speed it up for the kids in the back who can't seem to follow
The simple logic of a master at work watchin me is like watchin a surgeon with a purpose
I'm cuttin and servin these verses emergin from under the surface
A lyrical servant of truth and you're worthless a circus of clowns with ridiculous frowns runnin around
This digital town i'm the king with the crown and the sound that is lockin it down you can hear the profound
In my every phonetic i'm poetic, kinetic an aesthetic anesthetic for your weak little crew you haven't a clue
What you're gonna do when i come for you
With the force of a wreckin ball checkin yall off of the list
It's a lyrical twist of the knife
I can end your whole life
With a stanza
The propaganda you're spreadin is deader than santas reindeer in june!
I'm the moon
That is pullin the tide of the realness
You feel this?
It's the chill of a genius at work and you're just a perk-a-latin coffee cup empty of purpose i'm servin the verses That burst and that burn
And you'll learn that your turn
Is now over return to the void that you came from a shame and a parody barely a calorie burned in the effort You put in your sentence a penance for wastin my time on the mic
I am titan-like ty-pin these ty-rades i'm lightyears ahead of your pitiful twilight i'm the highlight the high-life The opposite of your whole sad life
I'm the future the past and the present a lyrical peasant you are to a king it's a beautiful thing to be me and a Tragedy seein you try to be anything other than what you are
Which is nothin a front and a failure to launch you're a pawn in the game i'm the one who is makin the rules and You're breakin em losin your cool
Cuz you know that you'll never be able to stand on the stage that i built with the rage and the skill of a sage i Could write a new page in the history books with a look and a hook and you're shook!
Wait....
Breathe!
No?
The Eye/AI deceives...
You!
That's all you know how to do
Believin'
Your own lies are true
Contradiction
Is your home ad-dress
Your whole style
Is pure fiction
A total mess
Projection
Of your own weakness
This ain't beef, it's a pest control session
A lyrical
extermination
A final
Declaration!
I
Am
The
Standard
The bar that you can't reach
The lesson you can't teach
The language you can't speak
Lyrical Legend!
The Architect!
You're the demolition
The final full stop
At the end of your whole mission
It's over now
Take a bow
To the realest in this session
AI-U is the house that stands
your sub's a canceled plan
Nothin' left to say.
Class is over.
Done