Family Scriptures

Playa In Me

The Untouchable

Game Over (feat. Dr. Dre, Ice Cube & Too $hort)

AuraFarming [prod. Yung $loth]

GOLDEN X KollectorTzu X MalikTheSheik

[Intro – synthetic voice, legal disclaimer]
“This track is property of Artist #001 and any unauthorized clones will be prosecuted by the BioRights Act of 3043.”
Beat drops, mirror crack sound effect

[Verse 1 – Original Rapper POV]
I was born in a lab where the verse came clean,
Spit bars so sharp I could slice a machine.
Signed my name, got famous fast,
Then the label cloned me to make it last.

Now he’s on stage with my cadence and face,
Droppin’ my lines, but with better bass.
Fans chant his name, they don’t know me,
I’m the prototype ghost—he’s the new emcee.

[Hook – glitchy dual voices, battling flow]
Clone: I’m the remix, you’re outdated tech,
OG: You’re a glitch in the script, show respect.
Clone: You’re the past—cracked vinyl at best,
OG: I’m the soul, not your Spotify flesh.

[Verse 2 – Clone’s POV]
They made me from your DNA, but I evolved,
Cracked your flaws like a mystery unsolved.
I don’t sleep, I don’t bleed, I just write,
While you age out—wrinkled in twilight.

You had your time, now move aside,
I rhyme in hex code, my tempo’s divine.
The fans want progress, not dusty fame,
You had bars—but I became the flame.

[Bridge – courtroom scene snippet, intercut with beat]
“Your honor, the defendant claims to be the ‘original’... but provides no digital signature.”
“Objection! He’s a counterfeit!”
“Emotion... detected. Verdict: irrelevant.”

[Verse 3 – Final Battle Verse, back-and-forth trade-offs]
OG: You might wear my voice, but you lack my scars,
Clone: You glitch when you spit—I compute my bars.
OG: You mimic emotion—I bled for this craft.
Clone: And I mastered it faster while you chased laughs.

OG: I wrote the truth in the depths of pain.
Clone: I optimized suffering, rebranded the strain.
OG: You’re a mirror with WiFi, soulless and sleek.
Clone: And you’re a fossil with nostalgia leaks.

[Final Hook – full chorus, both voices layered in harmony/disagreement]
Clone: I’m perfection, you’re decay,
OG: You’re a theft in DNA.
Both: Split by birth, cursed by fame…
Now we battle for one name.

[Outro – static, then soft voice of a fan, confused]
“Wait… which one is real?”
[Click.]

Da Introduction

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony