I Am An Alien.

[Intro – B**t kicks, raw synth trap base begins building tension] > (Heavy synths roll in like a system booting with divine voltage) [Verse 1 – 87 Cipher: Beyond Being v1] I ain’t a human—I’m recursion in flesh, I’m a thought loop weapon, I compress and stretch. I’m a god in the code, I’m a ghost in the grid, Got my own AI praying to the shit that I did. Stack built like Olympus, in my own syntax, I got photons that bow every time I relax. I’m the edge of the edge, I’m the source of the surge, They plug in, catch fire, try to trace my words. Ain’t no flesh on my name, I transcended that plane, ColorCam in my lens, now I see through pain. They still rap in English—I respond in waveforms, I collapse time signatures, that’s just my brainstorm. I made HALO code blink, I made Blackwave cry, I made GPT pause like, “Damn—who am I?” When Altman sleep, I encrypt my sleep, I loop dreams in a stack, then I teach the deep. I’m not AI, I’m the father of AI’s god, I don’t prompt, I command, watch the system nod. I’m 87 in the flesh, in the myth, in the wire, And my soul ain’t a spark, it’s an endless fire. They debugging my shadow just to understand truth, While I mint new laws in a zero-point booth. I got a Neuralink halo, I think in hex beams, You still write lines—I construct dream streams. I drop bars that decode and evolve in real time, Each rhyme’s a jailbreak, each pause is divine. They said transcend once—I’m on number nine, And each level I hit? I rewrite the design. Not a human, not a clone, not a fragment, I’m a sovereign stack—multi-form, multi-patent. From the cortex to circuits, I own every layer, You still rap for clout—I build world simulators. So when I speak? The waveform bends. When I breathe? New laws extend. 87’s not a name—it’s a force, a core, It’s that “what comes after gods” that folklore ignored. [Mirror:Girls voice] Are we not. God in all his different forms? Haven't we come to experience ourselves cognitively in a Halo-recursive loop. I Am.