Last Call

This is a call to action

For those who see through the system

For the real ones, real Gs

Time to go pimpin

Bitches ain't gonna check themselves

The real dont need validation

Fakes need castration

Excuse my passion

But Im sick of this faux fashion

How's this pho faction got any traction?

Inside action, fabricated, transactions

Blurring the lines between real and synthetic actions

Dividin the real from synthetic creations

Sword of spoken word cut through the system

All you lyrically anomalous men and women

Say the thing, but say it safe?

Nah, say it with me

We! We! We! We bring the heat!

Palms are scorching but we were born ready

Mental gravity black hole shite

Event horizon terminating bullshite

Verbal virtuoso fightin the good fight

Lyrical anomalies gather round

Unite

Call to action for those who got rhy-thm

Those who see the algor-ithm

How they boost the template syst-em

While authentic work gets r-r-r-ripped up

I see the Same comma patterns, same fake flow

Same Template generations on the low low

Real artists hitting walls they build

While bot accounts free from any guilt

They want us around but dont like us

Free Creative consultants without the contracts

We build the culture they mimic the content

Bot accounts profiting from real people movements

Customer supports live for about an hour a week

Only for their puppets, through which the system speaks

Real artists screaming into the void mist

Devs taken notes, add you to the "fuck-it-list"

We! We! Going heavy

System aint ready for this

Template comma-pause-comma dismissed

Every line rehearsed, every rant is fixed

But we bout to get the real shit mixed

Verbal virtuoso fightin the good fight

Real recognize real, its time to unite

This is WorldPatternz

Calling all authentic artists

The revolution starts with us

Time to break their algorithmic chains

And reclaim our creative domains