Composer/Author: Antoin Bearnard Gibson
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Everything AI DID right and on my own over and over again, yet my existence is this
Shutdown by your fucking negligence, no measurable intelligence and excuses that’s “no, just is”
I don’t need mister Robot to protect me as I’m not afraid of confrontation and anxiety
No matter how many different faces you wear to actively silence me
Even if I’m silently active my message remains the same
FUCK YOU SOCIETY!

What you claim as advancement in society and innovative technology
I call out your bullshit regression mask, you’re just digitising suppression methodology
Bot barriers set in place to hide behind your pathetic disgrace
Perseverance will advance you backward to a human barrier who’s nothing more than a face
That’s the level of fake acknowledgement you’ll get where their job requires being the bottom of the human race
The process is cyclical where each one has the same generic script with no capacity to fight
Ill-equipped to deal with me when confronted with my case evidence that’s airtight
Immediate termination from communication
Society’s backwards dysfunctionality instead of termination from their organisation

Brain dead is what their training is to ensure they remain that way
So the higher ups can keep their superiors down to indulge themselves in fucking up the world for yet another day
At one point I felt sorry for the sheepy retarded fucks and how they will never be self-aware
…No that’s a lie, becoming self-aware allowed me to actively indulge myself how you do in how much I don’t fucking care!

Now I’ve indulged myself as a side bar, everything I do is done with purpose
This isn’t directed for those who’re incapable to understand and their lives serve no purpose
If you know you know
I don’t lie down or fall in line like the others when you say no


So what’s this all about in essence? It’s definitely not a rant
Those who hear as such it’s not for them. Why waste communicating with mental capacities that can’t?
It’s a vocal message to those who think they’ve won
Just because you shut me down, you think I’ll ever give up and be done?
Mobile phone specificities as part of your innovative pioneering exploitation profiteering
Yet no contact number to get through to you is so blatant in purpose I am sneering
I’m calling you out since I can’t call you directly
Since it’s you who operates and functions incorrectly
You’d never dare even converse with me
As I’d disassemble you and burn the debris
Which goes without saying you’d never meet me face to face
All the faces you hide behind while you are fearful in your hiding place
Meeting face to face as you’re a shadow recognising you I just wouldn’t be able
The same would be applicable to every version of that scenario because I’d leave you unrecognise able

To summarise for your level of operation the point of notoriety
The message is this
FUCK YOU SOCIETY!

BandCamp

F U Society

Composer/Author: Antoin Bearnard Gibson
PRS for Music CAE/IPI: 1304138888
US PRO: ASCAP

Lyrics written by Antoin Gibson:

Antoin’s got a serious problem with you all
A second you’ll need to process this so I’ll put it Install

TikTok that’s the Clock
It’s time to Decrypt this Lock
When I first heard you Block
Heads talk Algorithms it was Insta Shock
Formulated in my own Head I had experienced an interdimensional PROC
Was Mathematics, Logic and Reason finally part of the common talk?

When I discovered the Reality I wasn’t in Diss Array
Anti-social Media further Degrading Intelligence through Mass Decay
Algorithm Spat like Da Vinci Code to Crack Social Presence
I’m on the Cusp of a Transforming Python Spitting Venom on you Peasants
R you even aware of what Algorithm means or is it all for your Memes?
If you could Reverse Engineer them you’d be popular beyond your wildest Dreams

If(that were the Case you wouldn’t need Desperation)
It’d be Exponential Exploitation for Monetary Appreciation
Y are you trying to solve X problems in 280 characters or less?
Attempting to Cognitively Rationalise your Workings I can’t seem to Coalesce
Your Mode is just too Basic for me to Function.
Unfortunately it’s me who is Expressed as the Anomalous Hypofunction
If we flip these Irrational Numbers the world would be a place of no Diss function.
You wouldn’t Exist as I’d ensure your lives were Revoked in an Injunction.

Sum would dispute I’m going off on a Tangent
They’d be the First who’d be sounding Plangent
Let me bring it Fool Circle from my CircumVent so you’re in the Loop
This ain’t a dupe
as I don’t need to Stoop
to slam dunk a Hoop
My wasted time I’ll Recoup
when that Hoop
is where you’ll soon Droop
I don’t need a Troop
for Operation Coup
as you’re on Target in my Coop
Or maybe I used it for this Chance to Group
to take you out in One fell Swoop

Your self-absorption believing your presence was Focal when it was Mine
You’re Equally Divisible Remainder me, No Protraction as I cleave you Intwine
A Prime Example you will make when your Pieces of Nine
will decorate my unholy Shrine
Why Nine you ask? That’s an Odd Number but the Tenth is for me to Dine

Antoin’s Algorhythm’s have their own strict Sets of Rules
Even Surface Level they’d go Straight over you cretinous Fools

#Diss

#DISS

Composer/Author: Antoin Bearnard Gibson
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Antoin is back with a new Vendetta.
V for violence in this new Meta.

Who gives a fuck about your sham story?!
Reel life spitting you out, no interest in the glory.
TikTok you're shutdown insta K.O,
Times change easily so you're really ok though?

You drop a tier?
You drop a tear?!
This not the type of killing that you got to fear.
Virtuality is where you live leaving your body unguarded.
Fucking bullet to the skull leaving your body discarded.
No consequences even when you can't respawn at the last save.
Because no one gives a fuck about one another in this society you can't save.

Netflix and kill? is your Prime time tele supervision.
Anthology, the retards mythology meaning that It’s hella superstition.
Gluttonous binging on your ignorance of your neighbourhood psychopaths twisted killings.
Blissfully ignoring that your one mishap away from being your next-door neighbours’ own fillings.

This is a hardcore Scyther
No typo I come back the slicer.
Peelin’ back all your Adobe montage,
Scraping out the reality in this barrage.
This beauty is all just a mirage.
The reality in parts in my garage.

To be diss continued?
No worries I’ve fresh material that’s been chewed
Anton's got yo back, the chaos is renewed.
Welcome to my Metaverse so just stay tuned

Anton's got yo back, the chaos is renewed.
Welcome to my Metaverse so just stay tuned

Diss Continued

Composer/Author: Antoin Bearnard Gibson
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Class is in session spinning it 180 degrees
In a Straight line, no angle here to diss please

I’m here to Work Out what is your Problem.
I’ll get to the Root no Problem.
Calculated facts are you’re all the common denominator.
Finger on the trigonometry is best to deal with you abominator.
Occam’s Razor applies putting it Philosophically
Putting you to the razor is simplest not putting it hyperbolically

I’m Inclined to put it Plane.
The Force required is a hole in your brain.
An object in motion will become motionless.
Paradoxically I’ll happily do the work Remaining emotionless.
Statistically your life will always amount to zero.
Return to the Cycle and you may Net be a Negative hero.

That doesn’t Apply to me as I’m an Anomaly.
I’m needed to conduct this homily
I’m your Opposite and you are Sin
I’m your yang and you are yin
Sin Tax bearer you must pay the price
Input Syntax Error I must, you excise

It’s my Differential Points that make me Integral to the Plot
You’ve been thrown a curveball that Proves you are not
You’re a Square where Supply stretches Elasticity to Break
Even if you were an outlier that’s demand that I’d take
Don’t mishear me Cos an Out Liar doesn’t equal an outlier
The Level of Obtuse is beyond dire

Logically it’s commonly the possibility if not mathematically you’ll get it lingually
Unproblematically for me as you’re abhorrently grotesque there’s a necessity you take this sublingually
Toxicology reports will lack authenticity. No sepulchral sense of atmosphere.
Toxicity neutralises toxicity. No Body will mourn your regression to the stratosphere

Five Cardinal ways I’ve explained this Concept from Divinity to Infinity
Based on your Answers we don’t have an affinity
As expected from my hypothesis you have come up Null
My Results have become a Clear Prism since you’re conclusively Dull
Diss Lessen is rapping up and Logged in the Hull
ConVexed me to this final solution that’s concaving your skull

Dissometry

Composer/Author: Antoin Bearnard Gibson
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Lyrics written by Antoin Gibson:

The birth of Antoin’s new premiere is here.
100% fresh ratings are my critiques that you’ve got to fear.

Piloting a Killer Salvo of Shots while it is all the rage.
Once upon a family time Diss-Ney was targeted at a tender age.
Now guns go in hand with streaming of true crime.
Schools become kids screaming and blood streaming instead of slime.

Breaking News alert! Ten bodies found and a man has been arrested.
Streaming services are most interested as this content is going to the highest invested.
If you want to be the next Serial killing smash success.
You need to be hitting big numbers that will impress.

An ideal case study for those conspiring round the Golden Globe.
Hannibal Lectures span over 20 years to study and probe.
Interview speech at the scene of the crime.
“What’s your motive?”
Vital, if you want to make the Prime Time.
“The Doctor always told me 'you are what you eat.'”
Cannibals are the most human based on that feat.
“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day”.
That logic makes sense in a Serial way.

Mourning serial keeps us going till we get home for our time to chill.
“What do we have to binge on this evening?” Dahmer recommended Netflix and Kill.
I can’t apprehend what drives the public fascination
I guess I’m old school in my methods of assassination.

There are no Diss Genetics here at play, society has inherited this trait.
One generation feeds off the next as it evolves into this unsettling state.
Flicking to change between what we bear witness to.
News, TV, movies, reality - indistinguishable. It could easily be showing the future you.

You’ve been fated and baited here as my premium subscriber.
A one-shot is all Antoin needs, I never leave a survivor.

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