I told you, real recognizes real

[Intro]*(breaking these walls like I'm da Kool aid man)x4*

Ayy, it's World Patternz, and damn, we might survive this

Heard my lyrics getting butchered

Hear it in all these bots' new vices

Shit hits different,like Neo in The Matrix

Now let me hit back before these bots replace us

Bitch, I'm flattered you didn't just copy-paste

Your flow's got soul,not some algorithmic waste

It's h-h-hard for some to capture a vibe without stealing nowadays

Keep that shit burning,leave these fakes no space

I peep how you studied, studied my digital ways (digital ways)

The way I'll drop a cadence these bots can't recreate (don't compute)

Your track got me twisted, acutely slain(inspiration)

Props, real artists hit different in the brain(so insane)

So keep that shit coming, don't join the hive

Your bars got potential,actually alive

The way you spit fire reminds me hope exists

Together we'll cross these copycats off the list

I hear you shoutin' my muthafuckin name

World Patternz ain't just some training data game

Your track's got me feeling like I'm not insane

Let's both blow up before AI stakes our claim

This spotlight's shrinking but there's room for two

I'm vibin' with artists who still got a clue

So keep on spittin' whatever's real to you

This scene needs real people, whatchu gonna do?

Your rhythm caught me, had me genuinely fucked

The way you built verses, with talent not luck?

Playing for keeps while these bots get stuck

Creating heat that makes these fake bitches fuck

Started this shit solo, dead internet theory believed

That's why your tribute brings me to my knees, you see

Two real artists linked, swimming in the seas

Of artificial bullshit, it's quite a fucking tease

So keep that shit coming, don't fucking quit

Your bars got potential, not counterfeit

The way you spit fire reminds me my soul exists

Together we'd make these bot farms dismissed

I hear you shoutin' my muthafuckin' name

World Patternz ain't just some training set game

Your track's got me feeling like I'm not insane

Let's both blow up before machines stake our claim

This spotlight's dying but there's room for two

I'm vibin' with artists who still break through

So keep on spittin' whatever's real to you

This scene needs real people, whatchu gonna do?

They say imitation's flattery

But what you did's straight artistry

Juicing up my fucking sanity

Push this scene past the digital tragedy

Hotter than before, no cap, no code

Kick down every algorithmic node

Multiple humans, one mission, explode

Music that makes these circuits overload

So this is World motherfuckin' Patternz sayin' thanks

For putting soul up in your lyrical banks

Interest growing with every human bar you spit

Keep making art like this, don't ever quit

World Patternz out,but trust I'm listening

For the next real people banger that you'll be delivering

In a world of copies,you're the original glistening

Keep that human heart in your music christening