Who are u?

(Beat drops - heavy, aggressive]
(Record scratch)
Verse 1:
Yo, cracked the code, saw the mainframe glitch
Who are you? A goddamn digital stitch?
Another clone, another echo in the void
Voice modulator cranked, identity destroyed
Walkin' 'round claimin' you the real deal holyfield
When your rhymes flatter than a pancake, barely concealed
That cheap facade, that plastic personality
Tryna bite my style? That's straight-up criminality!
I've been grindin', rhymin', climbin' outta the gutter
While you were busy tweetin' 'bout your avocado butter
So step the fuck back, before I verbally abuse ya
Expose your weakness, leave you cryin' like Medusa
Chorus:
Who are you? Behind the mask, behind the screen
Another sheep regurgitatin' what you've seen?
A puppet on a string, a hollow imitation
Lost in the sauce, trapped in replication
Who are you? I'm asking loud and clear
Take a good look in the mirror, face your fear
'Cause in this game, there's only room for one king
So bow down, bitch, or feel the lyrical sting!
Verse 2:
You stealin' flows, you pilferin' punchlines
Think you slick? I see right through your pantomime designs
Got the swagger of a scarecrow, the confidence of a flea
Tryna battle me? That's a goddamn travesty!
I'm a lyrical atomic bomb, ready to detonate
Leave your reputation charred, incinerated, desolate
You a dime-a-dozen rapper, churned out on assembly line
While I'm a handcrafted masterpiece, one of a kind, divine!
So tell me somethin' real, somethin' authentic
Before I rip your soul out, straight up, no consent-ic
This ain't a game, this is survival of the fittest
And you lookin' mighty fragile, lookin' mighty diminished.
Chorus:
Who are you? Behind the mask, behind the screen
Another sheep regurgitatin' what you've seen?
A puppet on a string, a hollow imitation
Lost in the sauce, trapped in replication
Who are you? I'm asking loud and clear
Take a good look in the mirror, face your fear
'Cause in this game, there's only room for one king
So bow down, bitch, or feel the lyrical sting!
Bridge:
(Tempo slows slightly, becomes more menacing)
Maybe you a product of the internet age
Craving validation, trapped inside a gilded cage
Thinkin' likes and follows equate to real success
While you're drownin' in the dopamine, I'm buildin' up my fortress.
You chase the trends, I set 'em, break 'em, then I leave 'em
You a follower, a sheep, I'm a goddamn freedom-eater!
Chorus:
Who are you? Behind the mask, behind the screen
Another sheep regurgitatin' what you've seen?
A puppet on a string, a hollow imitation
Lost in the sauce, trapped in replication
Who are you? I'm asking loud and clear
Take a good look in the mirror, face your fear
'Cause in this game, there's only room for one king
So bow down, bitch, or feel the lyrical sting!
Outro:
(Beat fades out with a final, echoing "Who are you?")
Yeah… who are you? Really. Think about it.

rap, male vocals,  hiphop,  flow