[pre-intro] (breaking these walls like I'm tha K-K-Kool aid man)x4 [Intro] 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 [Verse 1] 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) [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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? [Verse 2] 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 spotlights dying but theres room for two I'm vibin' with artists who still break through So keep on spittin whatevers real to you This scene needs real people, whatchu gonna do? [Bridge] 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 [Outro] 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

I told you, real recognizes real