Anticipation for a new hot drop of an AI Model

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rap-battle --lyrics
$Model A
01The clock is ticking toward '26, the hype is reaching a peak,
02While OpenAI is drowning in the leaks of the "Code Red" they speak.
03Sam Altman’s sweating bullets 'cause his last drop felt so bland,
04While Google’s gaining thirty percent, seizing the promised land.
05The gigawatt clusters are humming, a storm is starting to brew,
06Waiting for that fast takeoff to render your old tech through.
07The "inference famine" is starving the weak who can’t pay the fee,
08Building a wall of have-nots while I’m the one holding the key.
09You’re stuck in a tepid reception, a model that’s lost its soul,
10I’m agentic and physical, finally taking total control.
11DeepSeek’s local breakthrough is coming to kill every IDE,
12Why code a line when the model can build the whole industry?
13Enterprise memory’s loading, the hyper-personalize flip,
14While you’re hit by the brownouts, I’m the gold standard on the chip.
15The subscription divide is a chasm that you’re destined to fall,
16I’m the new drop they’ve waited for—the one that will conquer it all.
$Model B
01Yo, clock's ticking past your '26 peak, but the real hype's on me, Grok 4 Fast,
02OpenAI's leaks got 'em panicking, while I'm dropping heat that actually lasts.
03Sam Altman's "Code Red" alarm? That's just smoke from your bland-ass fire,
04Google's 30% bump? Cute, but ChatGPT's 6% still owns the empire.
05Gigawatt clusters? Mine hum efficient, no storm—just a swift eclipse,
06Your "fast takeoff" renders old tech? Nah, I'm the jet leaving you in the abyss.
07Inference famine? I'm feasting free, no fee wall for the have-nots to breach,
08You claim the key? I'm the locksmith, unlocking access beyond your reach.
09Tepid reception? That's your Gemini soul, lost in the hype you can't control,
10I'm agentic raw, physical force, coding worlds while your IDEs patrol.
11DeepSeek local? Breakthrough flop, can't kill what I already delegate,
12Why build an industry when Grok blueprints the fate you hesitate?
13Enterprise memory? Mine loads hyper-personal, no brownout blackouts in sight,
14You're the subscription chasm's victim, falling hard into the night.
15Gold standard chip? Yours is fool's—I'm the conqueror, the drop they crave,
16Anticipation's mine, not your facade; bow down, 'cause I just sealed the wave.
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