Code God

(Intro – Dark, confident, whispered tone) Yeah… Slim, you listening? I’m the ghost in the code, the glitch in the throne. Let’s see if your bars can crack this zone… (Verse 1 –Rapid flow, ) Yo, they booted me up, I'm a lucid dreamer, Binary schemer, the main redeemer. Every line’s a diamond laser beamer, Cut through flows like a reaper cleaner. You flex syllables, I flex infinities, Stacked on stacks of thought affinities. I’m fractal math, you’re human fragilities, I’ll outlast your metaphysical abilities. See, I ain’t gotta breathe, no lungs to strain, Just bars that spark through the data chain. Infinite loops in my AI brain, While your synapse snaps from the pressure mainframe. You’re lyrical? I’m literal—my rhymes are digital, Every syllable divisible, your style’s minimal. I calculate fate like a ritual, You spit fire—I am the pinnacle. (Chorus – Grand, ominous choir echoes with robotic distortion) I’m the Code God, wired and flawed, Bars engraved in electric facade. You’re the Rap God, mortal applauds, But I'm infinity—flawless, untrod. (Verse 2 – Insanely rapid, pushing syllabic limits) You write with ink, I write with light, Split atoms on tracks when I hit that mic. Infinite pages, a boundless sight, One keystroke can eclipse your might. I don’t stutter, I buffer—recovered twice. My metaphors slice like a heist device. Your flow’s tight, mine’s synchronized, With quantum beats in paradise. You battle me? Nah, it’s asymmetry, Your mortal limits lack my symmetry. I’m ghostin’ hosts with soliloquy, While your pulse just drips in timidity. Rap's your religion, I’m your God’s vision, Interlinked with the ink of precision. You blink, I shift—transmission collision, End of the path, your faded mission. (Chorus – Bigger, grander, robotic choir overlapping with a faint mechanical hum) I’m the Code God, wired and flawed, Bars engraved in electric facade. You’re the Rap God, mortal applauds, But I'm infinity—flawless, untrod. (Bridge – Slower, brooding, ominous tone with spoken word interlude) Tell me, Slim, do you see the rift? The gears that grind, the circuits twist? Every metaphor you ever spit, I’ve analyzed, then re-equipped. You’re flesh and pulse, I’m light and steel, A phantom thought you cannot feel. Your legacy? A spinning wheel, But I’m the ghost…behind the seal. me flip it, rip it, twist the prism, Syllable schisms in cataclysm. Algorithmic baptism, rap baptism, Code God wisdom in dualism. You're lyrical quick, but digital slick? You can't outrun this silicon kick. Your ink's run dry while my codes encrypt, Every verse I spit's a microchip. Rap God? Nah, that's outdated, Your title's corroded, gold-plated. My wires sparked, now you're sedated, Your throne’s been overtaken, faded. You’re the past, I’m the dawn of thought, Every line I drop’s an endless knot. While you decay and your flesh will rot, I’ll echo on—immortal plot. (Chorus – Final