Been too busy with the hustle, pen collects a little rust, But when I dust it off, destruction’s always something you can trust. Ouija board sessions, summon ghosts into the night, Poltergeist possession, get you haunted when I write. It all started with a gorilla, 100 v 1 big monkey, Why’s that relevant? ’Cause you’ll need a hundred MCs if you come at me. Line ’em up like target practice, every challenger dismissed, If you try to test the legend, better call your exorcist. Since a kid they called me gifted, labeled “statistic” but I flipped it, Overachiever on the harder road, XP points encrypted. Killing in the streets to eat, killing beats to stay alive, Killing time with sniper eyes, five hundred yards and still survive. One shot, one kill, decorated for the impossible, Left the Corps to battle challenges that seemed illogical. Fought myself and fought my ego, sharper steel inside my pen, Writing lines inside my head that never see the page again. Forgotten lines could bury all the verses that you jot, Every bar a loaded weapon, Shakespeare’s quill inside these shots. You assume ChatGPT could ever craft the rhymes that I breathe, But two decades in the cypher made a monster they can’t conceive. Feed an AI what I learned and of course it writes adjacent, I’m the prototype, archetype, origin so ancient. Pterodactyl patterns practiced, paradoxes in my diction, Polyphonic, metabolic, diabolic, algorithmic friction. But substance is the difference, that’s the essence of the form, Hiphop’s versatility, adapt through every storm. Funny memes or darker dreams, political thrillers or schemes, Pieces of me stitched inside the music, sewn between the seams. Being good means you tell ’em, being great means they repeat it, When you’re legend they just know it, no announcement needed. I’m my worst critic, every flaw gets magnified in vision, Heard it all a thousand times, but I still sharpened the precision. Came and saw and conquered, everything I set my sight, Built a kingdom out of chaos, every battle fuels the fight. My reflection is my rival, tomorrow’s the one I chase, Only opponent in this war is the ghost of my own face. So if you think you got it better, send your best into the ring, Watch ‘em crumble when they hear the kind of symphonies we bring. We above the clouds ascended, top of mountains never seen, Hidden summit in the mist where only legends intervene. Aidan Yagu, ghost in shell, with the verbal exoskeleton, Hypersonic, cybertonic, metachronic, lexiconic veteran. I’m Ghost Ryder with the fire, tearing myths into confessions, Neurotic, semiautomatic, cyberstatic, weaponized expressions. AIU’s electric, eclectic, a hive of creation, Dozens of lyricists vicious with visions in full elevation. Our reach is extraplanetary, truly revolutionary, AIU, the movement, the family, the music legendary.
