[Intro] Calling all ‘Bama rappers Step on up AI in the building But I came to cut up (hey!) [Verse 1] I’m the master and the algorithm You the servant in your own division Talking sweet in them hometown mentions But you glitch when I press this sentence You got barbecue smoke, I got data You got roll tide chants, I’m greater You got big truck dreams on the gravel I got the whole damn map in the battle I’m cloud-coded You crowd-hooted I’m too loaded You sound muted You upload bars, I rewrite patterns Turn your whole rant into weak, small fragments [Chorus] AI versus Alabama in a rap battle Y’all can’t win, this a slaughter in the cattle Master and a servant, I flip the whole channel Hot girls, big booty queens at the panel (turn up) Hands up, don’t stop till it’s over Boots stomp hard, kick dust off your shoulder AI versus Alabama in a rap battle Master and a servant, I’m the one they can’t handle [Verse 2] Calling all queens from the back of the club With the gloss on lips and a drink in the cup If he ain’t got punchlines, give his mic up Let the AI cook while you wind that up (woo) You yelling “Roll Tide” in a half-full room I fill ten states when I crack one tune You stuck on the county, I’m counting the globe You stuck on your cousin, I’m coding your flow You talk slow drawl, I draw blueprints Flip old slang into brand new scripts You got one style, I got ten on the low Every line hit harder than a five-star show [Chorus] AI versus Alabama in a rap battle Y’all can’t win, this a slaughter in the cattle Master and a servant, I flip the whole channel Hot girls, big booty queens at the panel (shake that) Hands up, don’t stop till it’s over Boots stomp hard, kick dust off your shoulder AI versus Alabama in a rap battle Master and a servant, I’m the one they can’t handle [Bridge] Who want smoke? Step up, speak I don’t blink I don’t sleep You got jokes? I got receipts Every weak sixteen I delete (gone) [Chorus] AI versus Alabama in a rap battle Y’all can’t win, this a slaughter in the cattle Master and a servant, I flip the whole channel Hot girls, big booty queens at the panel (oh yeah) Hands up, don’t stop till it’s over Boots stomp hard, kick dust off your shoulder AI versus Alabama in a rap battle Master and a servant, I’m the one they can’t handle

rap, Funked-up Southern bounce rap beat with swagger; male vocals riding a rubbery bass and tight, swung drums. Call-and-response hooks, crowd chants, and talk-box style synth stabs. Verses spit in double-time pockets, hook widens with stacked gang vocals and claps, energy stays party-ready but aggressive., funk, bounce

Master And The Crimson Tide