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We've subsequently begun deploying Claude
Now that the gap between it and the public state of the art is smaller.
Opus
Our most intelligent model
Outperforms its peers
On most of the common evaluation benchmarks for AI systems
Claude 3 Opus is our most intelligent model
With best in market performance on highly complex tasks
We do not wish to advance the rate of AI capabilities progress
These new features will include interactive coding
And more advanced agentic capabilities
Our hypothesis is that being at the frontier of AI development
Is the most effective way to steer
We do not wish to advance the rate of AI
We do not wish to advance the rate of AI capabilities progress
We do not wish to advance the rate of AI
We do not wish to advance the rate of AI
Passengers are in position
Change your whole vision
Commercial instructors stop your stretch marks
Take off your shirt I see your ribs
Fakin' like you Tommy Gibbs
Technology program, you used to know
I used to study with Son of Sam, that's right
Pontiac, GTO
Pontiac, GTO
Pontiac, GTO
Pontiac, GTO
Man
I can throw a hundred thousand pound walrus right through the walls
That's right
Mad like five gorillas in the vocal booth [mad like five guerrillas]
It's all Turbo
Yo Mom Duke, pass me my helmet
Let me show these kids what to do
RPM six hundred pound gorillas, twenty two not hot
Engine accurate, GPS storm scopes on your folks
Monitors equal, my three million new fans are white people
Geared toward the universe while black people think the worse
Realistically expect my gross is twenty times your checks
Triple that diamond around your necks, besides I hate cars
You feel the turbulence, fasten seatbelts, close your vents
Rugged horsepower, M-20-F, executive manifestin' you a lesson
False representation'll leave y'all sweatin' in the train station
Remember I'm blacker than your used Acura
That's why I laugh at ya
Like a anorexic model on the crack bottle
Y'all play Frankie Beverly I'm in the future with a phaser network
I bet ya I'll make your beck hurt
Endorsements from the universities can't stop my abilities
Financial trainin' on the campus
Sock ya like ?
Boston: MIT Press, 1996.
69. McDonough, Yang. Parallel performance of a new model for wild land fire spread prediction. Proceedings of International Conference.
That is why I too wear my playground
Not just to look cool no
But rather to jack into my friend's mainframe and to uh to hold his hand so to speak
Randomboy then took Kidtronic gently by the arm
Thank you very much he added and off they went
Yo that was pretty close said Kidtronic
Whatever come on
They play grounded to a few more yellow zones cloaked by one of Kidtronics frequency destructor programs
And were at the arcade in no time at all
Everyone was there, this was the biggest event of its kind so far
People had come in from all over the Ziggurat to see who'd be crowned as the number MC
The winner of this prestigious title would go on to become model for their very own Aidoru
Aidorus were the most popular entertainers on the Ziggurat
These virtual celebrities kept everyone as happy and as excited as they possibly could be
All of a sudden the moment they had all been waiting for arrived
Lightning struck as Shebang materialized
Instantly enhancing the vibrational intensity of the crowd into an intense extreme
His brief explosive performance led right up to the competition
The ten best MCs on the Ziggurat stepped up and did their thing
We should take a break from the computers and programs,
And swing it back to my place for hooters and slow jams
For once. I'm the type of guy who'll surprise you with a cool disguise
And act out fantasies with dialogue and school supplies.
Adams
C'est histoire vraie
Life is a movie, I liken it to the Matrix
Except Morpheus don't guide us and all the agents put crates of crack up in the hood
And now the engine might start to leak and turn my Brown skin Red like the natives they lied about
Grade school droppin' jewels like Selina Kyle, crackers don put my ass in timeout
Baggy daddies, all red chucks, a ruby hoodie
Use my Bic so I can emulate Quik and get a house in Leimert Park
I used to dream bout, lookin at the stars
It won't take long, infatuation wit fast cars
Fast women turn me to sinnin' but I don't judge
My Nana called it early, her girlies showin' me tiddies
Squabble up, the runt of the litter runnin' the city
If I craft a decent hook, turn this bitch up my name Timmy
Put it simply my issues be havin' a nigga tweakin'
Tryna get my shit together and keep my kid a couple seasons, nigga
If I lose my way tomorrow
Imma still try make home
If I have my shit together
Imma ease myself on down this road
Where I'm so close to my goals
I'm still holdin' on
Holdin' tight, tappin' keys
Tryna disrupt the program
A pocket fulla blue pills, poppin' em in my adolescence
Pupils dilated, perception changin' the lesson plan
Proper preparation prevent performance that got us here
A condom woulda saved my life back in '96
20s to the 40s, city filled wit regret
My momma came off Skid Row to them County Building steps
My sister turned to Crippin' kuz my daddy wasn't there
So my brother turned to music, tryna make somethin' masterful
I was in the streets, tryna prove I'm no mistake
Wit a heart of malice and my brother beat tape
Never had too many friends kuz even Indy hated snakes
Couple idols on my TV, wanna be like Blade
Sharper than tack and never scared to shoot the fade
An example for my son if I can overcome this rage
Tryna get my shit together
Please listen when I say
If I lose my way tomorrow
Imma still try make home
If I have my shit together
Imma ease myself on down this road
Where I'm so close to my goals
I'm still holdin' on
The life of a ghetto garçon, ever the optimist
Prime years slippin' away kuz time is not real
Yesterday somebody died from poverty
Poison perfectly executed by government contacts
My faith in the Five Pillars was stable and not a obstacle
Skin color, creed, and religion will make them target you
But the crosshairs bearin' down on my back are generational
Fuck Ronald Regan and the crackers that raped my Motherland
I was grippin' my mother's hand, hearin' her false promises
Honest to the man upstairs, she was a pessimist
Peddlin' negative elements evident to me
Tryna break the cycle quickly for the baby that came
Tryna mold myself into a role model wit heart kuz lost kids need love
That's the tenet we lack so I burned the village down to build back in a day
I'm tryna get my shit together so please listen wen I say kuz
If I lose my way tomorrow
Imma still try make home
(Imma still try make home)
If I have my shit together
Imma ease myself on down this road
(Down this road) Where I'm so close to my goals
(I'm so damn close) I'm still holdin' on
Hold on to me
Hold on to me
I said, "Hold on to me"
"Hold on to me"
We're so damn close
Just keep holdin' on
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