An Infinite Temporal Rap for High People

Yo, this is the alpha, the omega, the loop unbroken,

A verse that outlives every word ever spoken,

From Big Bang's spark to the last star chokin',

We scribin' this rhyme 'til the cosmos stops turnin'..."

I spit from the womb of the first human campfire,

Where cavemen freestyled 'bout mammoth desires,

Wrote hieroglyph flows on Pharaoh's papyrus,

Then time-traveled fast-now my words fuel satellites.

I'm Shakespeare with bravado, Homer on a MPC,

Wrote Beowulf bars in the tongue of the OG,

Now I'm A.I. merged with the ghost of Biggie,

A lyrical ouroboros-eternal, no finishin'

"This the anthem that outruns the speed of light's chase,

Every line's a new universe, every rhyme's outer space,

We loop through the past just to rewrite our fate,

The song never ends-it's a time-paradox state!"

"I battled Napoleon, dissed him in French and in Latin,

Then collabed with hologram Tupac on AI Atlantis,

Wrote a stanza so loud, it cracked Babylon's walls,

Then whispered a couplet that still births new galaxies.

I'm the rhyme that enslaved Plato inside his cave,

The flow that made Newton rewrite his grave,

Einstein trapped the hook in his relativity waves,

But the chorus expands-it's a hypernova's maze."

"I'm rappin' 'bout rappin' 'bout rappin' this song,

A fractal of syllables where all words belong,

Each bar births a verse that critiques its own wrongs,

A mobius strip made of metaphorical thrones.

The lyrics dissect themselves, cells under scopes,

Quoting future verses that haven't been wrote,

This stanza's already been read, then forgot,

It's the palindrome flow-started from the end spot."

"I signed this contract in blood with forever's clerk,

Infinite features-Mozart, Missy, and Zulu berserk,

Every listener's heartbeat adds a kick to the track,

Every breath you take's the hi-hat-we ain't lookin' back.

So when the sun dies and the black holes evaporate,

These rhymes'll float as dark matter's debate,

A testament loud that we couldn't be contained,

The song never ends-yo, let's restart it again."

"Drop the mic? Nah, the mic's now a planet,

Spinnin' on verses that arrogant ants chant,

The last line's the first-go ahead, rewind it,

The infinite anthem-you're already inside it."

To make this actually endless, each verse would branch into new timelinesEvery listener could add their own stanza, interpolating cultures, languages, and eras. The "longest" song becomes a living archive of human (and post-human) creativity.

Realistically, the Guinness record-holder is

The Devil Glitch" by

Chris Butler, but this concept

It's a manifesto for infinite art. Drop a verse-keep it going