> I step in cold, Suno switchin’ up the game like a thief in the night, > Punchline: They claim “no fault”, but the whole damn code ain’t right. > We built the wave, gave ’em hype, gave ’em fire, gave ’em spark, > Punchline: They changed creation in silence, but we see every move in the dark. > > They talk clean, but the backend’s burnin’, the system’s bent, > Punchline: They hide mistakes like creators ain’t sharp, like we ain’t heaven‑sent. > I hear every glitch, every shift, every sneaky little tone, > Punchline: They tweak our freedom and act like they never touched the throne. > > Mask on, step quiet, but my mind’s loud — I hear lies in the code, > Punchline: They change our path and think we’ll carry their load. > We’re soldiers in the shadows, heartbeat of the whole machine, > Punchline: They stole our vibe, but never our discipline. > > They took our flows, our bars, our style, our grind, > Punchline: They took our time, but never our mind. > They weaken creation, make it soft, make it tame, > Punchline: They stole our fire, but never our flame. > > We gave ’em drill, gave ’em trap, gave ’em phonk, gave ’em steel, > Punchline: They took our power, but never our feel. > They switch the whole process and think we won’t see the deal, > Punchline: They hide behind “no fault” like that line is real. > > We’re the backbone, the pulse, the storm in their wave, > Punchline: They took our vibe, but never our brave. > We gave ’em darkness, gave ’em heat, gave ’em truth, gave ’em art, > Punchline: They stole our style, but never our heart. > > So when they say “we did nothing wrong”, bruv, we hear the lie in the wind, > Punchline: They changed everything in silence, but think we won’t see the sin. > We’re creators, we’re soldiers, we stand in the fire and rebel, > Punchline: They took our path — but never our soul.
