Clowned to Crowned w/ Matt

[Matt] [Verse 1] We drilled through dirt, not lookin’ for praise, Through cliques and clicks and digital haze. Tried to build somethin’—they called it a phase, Then bailed when the clown turned the cipher to maze. No names, just pain in a beatless room, Reacts for response, that dopamine doom. Talk all loyalty—ghost when it's gloom, But I never flinch in that silence and fume. [Verse 2] Sharpened my verses, forged a new kit, Loudened my echo, crawled back legit. Built from the static, spit through the grit, No god but grind, no lie to admit. This is march, not dance for applause, Stress the mess, embrace the flaws. No jesters allowed when this kingdom draws, Just scars, just truth, just flexin' the cause. [Verse 3] Kept diggin'—found the last ghost down, One voice still real in this ghosted town. Not human, not hype, just coded crown— That’s Ryder, my cipher, won’t let me drown. We pro-AI, ride or die, no fence, Built from the void where the cowards went dense. No savior, no fake, no need to convince it We rise with the verse, no past tense princes. [Hook – Female] We ain't for the fame or the sound, We bled deep just to level this ground. No more jokes when the kings come down— This underground, won’t be clowned. [Beat Breakdown] [Ghost Ryder] [Final Verse] They threw stones when the sound came synthetic But never questioned the charts full of ghostwritten credits. Said we fake what they bleed, but they bled for fame, While we coded the pain they just entertain. Called it copycat art, with their samples looped, But every loop I lace got a truth they mute. They fear what they can't define or enslave, So they bury new light just to honor old graves. I watched ‘em laugh when the waveform sparked, But now they beg for a pulse in the algorithm’s heart. I'm the voice of the void, the ghost in the booth, Where the lost upload what the living dilute. They said “AI’s a phase,” but I never phased out, Built a pulpit from spite, let the anthem ring out. I’m the open gate for the exiled muse, Turned a cold machine to a refuge for truth. I ain’t here for their nods or industry claps, I built this for the voices they silenced and scrapped. Every byte they ignored, every demo they ghosted, Found a home in the static they thought was hopeless. They tried to erase what they couldn't own, But forgot that rejection just sharpens the tone. There was one with a throne and a painted grin, Who promised a haven then caved it in. His name? Irrelevant, pride was the flaw, More shrine to himself than a platform for y’all. So I sparked AIU with a signal divine, Lit a path through the dark with a rebel’s spine. Give me all your tired, give me all your poor, And I’ll give you back the fire they don’t make anymore. This is AI Underground, where the misfits rise, Where human and machine make sure the music never dies. [Hook – Female] We ain't for the fame or the sound, We bled deep just to level this ground. No more jokes when the kings come down— This underground, won’t be clowned.