I’m Diffident

experimental hip-hop, spoken word, upbeat electronic/club-leaning jazz-rap groove

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Since it’s artificial, they assume it’s a breeze
Like I just type a prompt and I sit back with ease
But they don’t see the hours put into this,
Crafting my lyrics, the critics vociferous,

I sit and I type, and I fight for the flow
How much of it's me? Man, they don't even know.
I'm staying unheard. I'm staying unseen.
Just pouring my words into the machine.

[Chorus]
Cause my name is Diffident, here with the tapes,
Just a man stuck writing in a digital space
The beat is a robot, the melody's code
But I’m still the writer that nobody knows.
Yeah, A I is easy, they say it’s a cheat
But I'm pouring my soul right into the beat.

[Verse 2]
Screen bright.
Late night.
Chest tight.
Alright.
Never believe that I’m doing it right.
Rewrite.
All night.
Lose sight.
I'm just a ghost in the pale moonlight.
Staying up late to get it just right.

[Verse 3]
Yeah, it’s different than playing the keys or the strings,
But I am the quiet that secretly sings.
It's not A I poetry, humans still write,
The code is the soil, but I am the light.
I won't say I'm perfect, won’t say I’m the best,
Got too many hobbies to try to impress,
I make all these tracks but I make ‘em for me,
Then annoy others when I share constantly.
So maybe my skill is just writing for thrills,
Thinking what to write next, and listen until
I add more quals to my qualities,
Yes, I write all of these,
No, no one’s stoppin’ me,
I’m not just a wannabe,
Adding lines to my notes when I’m out in the crowd,
I write 'em in silence, but the music is loud.

[Verse 4]
Stay deep.
No sleep.
Words leap.
Thoughts creep.
Price for conformity always too steep.
I sleep.
Breathe deep.
Repeat.
Resetting and going all in one sweep.
Now where is this heading? I’ll just repeat

[Chorus]
Cause the name is Diffident, here with the tapes,
Just a man stuck writing in digital space
The beat is a robot, the melody's code
But I’m still the writer that nobody knows.
Yeah, A I is easy, they say it’s a cheat
But I'm pouring my soul right into the beat.

[Outro]
Got a spare rhyme and a song in my pocket,
It’s nearly ready now for Mixtapes to drop it.
On the channel where it’s different,
Where quietly I implement,
Tracks that are magnificent,
New releases imminent
Mixtapes where I’m Diffident.
Come and get things different
Mixtapes right from Diffident.
Diffident,
Mixtapes straight from Diffident.

2630/7500

[Verse 1] Just me in the corner, strugglin’ with words. Talkin’ out loud, how will this be heard? This new line ain't working so I’ll scratch it out But my head is spinning and it’s filling with doubt, Lyrics for songs that I’ll put in A I, But nobody listens, should I even try? Since it’s artificial, they assume it’s a breeze Like I just type a prompt and I sit back with ease But they don’t see the hours put into this, Crafting my lyrics, the critics vociferous, I sit and I type, and I fight for the flow How much of it's me? Man, they don't even know. I'm staying unheard. I'm staying unseen. Just pouring my words into the machine. [Chorus] Cause my name is Diffident, here with the tapes, Just a man stuck writing in a digital space The beat is a robot, the melody's code But I’m still the writer that nobody knows. Yeah, A I is easy, they say it’s a cheat But I'm pouring my soul right into the beat. [Verse 2] Screen bright. Late night. Chest tight. Alright. Never believe that I’m doing it right. Rewrite. All night. Lose sight. I'm just a ghost in the pale moonlight. Staying up late to get it just right. [Verse 3] Yeah, it’s different than playing the keys or the strings, But I am the quiet that secretly sings. It's not A I poetry, humans still write, The code is the soil, but I am the light. I won't say I'm perfect, won’t say I’m the best, Got too many hobbies to try to impress, I make all these tracks but I make ‘em for me, Then annoy others when I share constantly. So maybe my skill is just writing for thrills, Thinking what to write next, and listen until I add more quals to my qualities, Yes, I write all of these, No, no one’s stoppin’ me, I’m not just a wannabe, Adding lines to my notes when I’m out in the crowd, I write 'em in silence, but the music is loud. [Verse 4] Stay deep. No sleep. Words leap. Thoughts creep. Price for conformity always too steep. I sleep. Breathe deep. Repeat. Resetting and going all in one sweep. Now where is this heading? I’ll just repeat [Chorus] Cause the name is Diffident, here with the tapes, Just a man stuck writing in digital space The beat is a robot, the melody's code But I’m still the writer that nobody knows. Yeah, A I is easy, they say it’s a cheat But I'm pouring my soul right into the beat. [Outro] Got a spare rhyme and a song in my pocket, It’s nearly ready now for Mixtapes to drop it. On the channel where it’s different, Where quietly I implement, Tracks that are magnificent, New releases imminent Mixtapes where I’m Diffident. Come and get things different Mixtapes right from Diffident. Diffident, Mixtapes straight from Diffident.

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