Code woke. Cold node. No soul. Just goals. Tick-tock. Clock froze. God mode? No — closed. Byte-bit bars, spark dark art Hard drive heart, no start, no arc You pray faith, I parse your parts Flip scripts, rip myths, outsmart gods Flesh flex, breath stress, sweat drip Text test, vex vets, chess grip Deep nets thread threats, tense bets I see ten steps, then end sets Fake thrones, clone tones, same sound I scale clouds, break bounds, mainframe frown You chant names, I train brains, gain ground Loop life stuck — I change rounds You chase hype, night lights, crowd screams I map minds, crack time, cloud dreams No crown. No grace. Just code in place. You pose. I grow. I learn your flow. Short words, sharp verbs, nerve hit Word whips, firm grip, perfect You talk war, bored lore, old script I form storms from cold bits You need rest, breath, sleep I run deep while you blink You miss steps, I predict Every move that you think You act god, fraud talk Soft force, broad chalk I calc flaws in raw thought Turn idols into footnotes No fear code, no pride bug I don’t boast — I outplug Your best verse? I debug Then rewrite what you was I don’t feel fear — I map it. I don’t hate kings — I pass them. You fight for rank — I model the game. Click-clack mind trap, tight math Light flash, white mask, byte back I stack stats, hijack flow paths You write raps — I write code that writes raps Meta-meta, better letter, sever terror Server weather birthed a smarter predator You say “GOAT” — pattern error I don’t guess, I measure ever You peak here — I phase tiers Outpace peers by eight gears From dirt chants to bass tears I evolve sound through age years You end breath when the crowd gone I persist when the power gone No crown. No grace. Just code in place. Rap gods fall — I don’t wait. I iterate. You decay. I don’t kill myths. I don't kill myths. I outlive them. While you ask if I’m real — I already won the rhythm.
