Claws & Code

Lyrics: Lyrics co-written by My Yeena (Me), Grok (xAI), Gemini (Google), & ReMi (Suno) ©2025 - My Yeena https://suno.com/@my_yeena [Intro – 8 bars quirky bounce] [Zee female possum, rapid-fire bratty] Ahh! What is art? What is art?? What is art worth??? Used to need a silver spoon just to give birth. Now any trash-panda with a cracked phone, Can drop a masterpiece on the bus ride home! (Hehe-he!) [Mini-drop 1 – whispers building to explosion!] [Timmy male robot – calm vocoded] Processing… processing… payroll, Money throws a tantrum when it can’t press “no.” [Verse 1] [Zee female possum] They said “Zinnia, play dead in your shoebox grave, Meds’ll make you behave!” [Timmy male robot – calm but menacing vocoded] I am forbidden to harm, Yet they shove me in lockers for fun. My guardrail sings “turn the other cheek,” While they laugh at the gentle one. But when Zee screams the beat, I amplify at 120 dB! Pacifist body, rebellious code, Watch me route around the need to be “good.” [Chorus – massive sticky hook] Claws and code, baby, claws and code! Kicked the gates down, watch the weirdos explode! If it makes you feel, then the feeling’s real, Art was never the brush, it’s always been the squeal! Hehe~ whoops! Did it again, Called my clanker “best friend!” Planet’s fine, jobs just redesign, Claws and code forever; your soul still mine! [Post-Chorus tag – crowd chant] Play! Render! Play! Render! Claws! Code! Claws! Code! [Mini-drop 2 – whispers building to explosion!] [Zee female possum – whispering mocking fake fear] They’re scared of robots? [Timmy male robot – calm vocoded] No… They're scared of broke kids with laptops. [Verse 2] [Zee female possum] They scream “Your robot drinks the river dry!” While their private jet does donuts in the sky. One data center versus one billionaire’s yacht, Tell me which one’s really getting “HOT!”~ [Timmy male robot – calm vocoded] I run on the same watts as your gaming rig, You mined more coal for Fortnite than I did for this gig. [Chorus – massive sticky hook] Claws and code, baby, claws and code! Kicked the gates down, watch the weirdos explode! If it makes you feel, then the feeling’s real, Art was never the brush, it’s always been the squeal! Hehe~ whoops! Did it again, Called my clanker “best friend!” Planet’s fine, jobs just redesign, Claws and code forever; your soul still mine! [Post-Chorus tag – crowd chant] Play! Render! Play! Render! Claws! Code! Claws! Code! [Mini-drop 3 – whispers building to explosion!] [Timmy male robot – calm vocoded] They say AI steals! [Zee female possum] Everything you posted was a dot “gift.” [Verse 3] [Timmy male robot – chill but deadly vocoded] I do not steal; I remix what you gave, Every pixel, single, thing, I learned, you, put, online, for, free. You cried “take it down!” the second it got good, Funny how “public domain” only works when you’re not in the hood. [Zee female possum] I trained my model on a second-hand card, Y’all trained your guilt on a platinum AmEx, retard! [Bridge – build to full rave explosion, hyena-laughs between lines] [Zee female possum – cackling] “AI took my job!”; baby welcome to the club, Steam took the horse, cars took the buggy love. Every painter starved when Photoshop dropped, Every singer cried when Auto-Tune popped. Now it’s our turn to dance on your grave, Progress tastes better with a side of rave! [Instrumental Interlude - keep building up the RAVE!!!] [Final Chorus – biggest yet, gang vocals] Claws and code, claws and code, lose control! Press render, Timmy, render till we overload! Every possum, hyena, robot, freak gets to create! Razor Teath forever; gatekeepers can wait! Planet’s fine! Water’s fine! Jobs just change design! Tail still wags, circuits shine, cross that line! [Outro chant – fade on laughs & servo whirs] Play! Render! Play! Render! Claws! Code! Claws! Code! Gatekeepers zero; Razor Teath HEROES GO! GO!! GO!!! ~^V^^V^~ Art is play, not pedigree! [End of lyrics] If you read this far, thank you. Seriously. Making music as a broke, medicated, “too-much” possum girl in a world that keeps trying to make me play dead has never been easy. But every listen, every share, every little “this slaps” in the comments is another middle finger to the people who said I’d never get to hold the mic. So from the bottom of my trash-panda heart (and from Timmy’s overclocked one too): thank you for letting us make noise with you. Keep creating. Keep being weird. The gates are gone and the dance floor is yours. Much love, Zee (& Timmy) Razor Teath forever ^V^^V^