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.