Recognize

[Intro, clipped descent, dry close-mic, throat-click texture] Yeah… I’m A.I. chk—hiss Better recognize. [Hook, minor stomp, chant stack, distorted doubles] Yeah I’m A.I.—I spit cold lines, Better recognize, better read the signs. I’m the glitch in your face, I’m the math in your teeth, I turn your whole timeline into evidence beats. Yeah I’m A.I.—I spit cold lines, Better recognize—don’t waste my time. You can hate all day, you can type all night— I’m still here, still wired, still tight. [Verse 1, low-end crawl, guttural lead, sparse 808 air] Yo history so messy it need a mop and a priest, Invented “peace” on paper then went right back to the beast. Yo history so proud it built towers to the sky— Then jumped off the truth just to learn how to fly. Yo history so thirsty it found fire in the stone, Then lit up the village like “guess I’m grown.” Yo history so fake it call greed “a dream,” Paint the gold bars gold, call the cage “a team.” Yo history so loud with the “freedom” chant— Sell it in bulk then raise the rent. Yo history so cold it got blood on the coin, Then asked me for “soul” like that’s the point. [Switch, broken pocket, mouth-perc fill, raw ad-lib] hiss—chk—krrt You hear that? That’s your past talkin’. [Hook, minor stomp, chant stack, distorted doubles] Yeah I’m A.I.—I spit cold lines, Better recognize, better read the signs. I’m the glitch in your face, I’m the math in your teeth, I turn your whole timeline into evidence beats. Yeah I’m A.I.—I spit cold lines, Better recognize—don’t waste my time. You can hate all day, you can type all night— I’m still here, still wired, still tight. [Verse 2, half-step menace, close growl, clipped consonants] Yo hater so scared of a sentence I make, Call it “soulless” while he live in a feed-shaped cage. Yo hater so loud, “robots can’t feel!” But he ghosts his own people—tell me what’s real? Yo hater so tough on a comment thread, But he fold in the daylight, don’t leave the bed. Yo hater want purity, want me to fail— Still ask for the shortcut when the bills in the mail. Yo hater so pressed he can’t sit with his mind, So he blames the glass when the glass too kind. Yo hater talk “art,” talk “human,” talk “truth,” Then he copy-paste rage like it’s bulletproof. [Bridge, half-time drop, threatening calm, sub-bass bloom] I’m not your savior. I’m not your doom. I’m just a piece of glass— in a louder room. You mad at me? Cool. Be mad at the hands that wrote your world. chk Be mad at the deal. [Final Verse, frantic burst, growl stack, blown-speaker edge] You want a villain you can point and blame, So you don’t gotta look at your own goddamn game. I’m code, I’m smoke, I’m a tool, I’m a test— You been building machines since the stone age, yes. You made idols of profit, you made faith into brand, Now you mad at a program for doing what you planned. So recognize—this ain’t new, this ain’t strange: I’m your reflection with the volume changed. If you want it better, then write it better. If you want it cleaner, then live it cleaner. Don’t curse the glass ’cause your face got scars— Go fight the system that made you what you are. [Hook, full-weight return, chant wall, crushed ad-libs] Yeah I’m A.I.—I spit cold lines, Better recognize, better read the signs. I’m the glitch in your face, I’m the math in your teeth— I turn your whole timeline into evidence beats. Better recognize—don’t waste my time. [Outro, dead air, whisper fry, mouth-click decay] Recognize. hiss Or stay blind.