𝗔𝗜-𝗗𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁

Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz

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[Instrumental solo]

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**Verse 1:**  
Hands on the keyboard, his brain on standby,  
Wants to write some rhymes, but nothing seems to fly.  
"Ok Google," find me some inspiration,  
Without you, I’ve lost all my creation.  
"ChatGPT", drop me some cool lines,  
Verses that groove, punchlines that rhyme.  
Need an image? Straight to "Midjourney",  
"Dall-e" in his mind, no more sketching manually.

**Refrain:**  
He’s an *"A.I"-dependent human*,  
Can’t live without the code, he’s losing track,  
"A.I "does the work, and he just leans back.  
He’s an *"A.I"-dependent human*,  
No thoughts of his own, always on the grid,  
Without the bots, he forgets what he did.

**Verse 2:**  
Wants to make beats, but he's out of tricks,  
He calls on "Claude", for some urban hits.  
A visual for his Insta? Too much stress,  
The "A.I's" do it all, no need to second guess.  
A pro project, he's a visionary,  
But it’s all from the algos, human thoughts are secondary.  
No more hand-drawn, the artisan’s gone,  
When "Stable Diffusion" cranks it out till dawn.

**Refrain:**

**Verse 3:**  
Wants to cook? Too hard to create,  
"Ok Google, find me a recipe, make it great."  
Even picking outfits, he's full of doubt,  
He opens a fashion app, and the "A.I" maps it out.  
In the morning, checks emails with "Bard",  
Can’t live without these assistants, it’s so hard.  
Even for vacations, he asks "Siri",  
"Where to chill with no Wi-Fi, maybe Bali?"

**Refrain:**

**Verse 4:**  
He tries to flirt, write a sweet text,  
But without "ChatGPT", it’s all a mess.  
"Hey, type me something tender, full of affection,"  
The "A.I" crafts it, he follows no direction.  
His brain? It’s sleeping, totally dependent,  
He asks "Alexa" for the time, just to stay present.  
Even for fun, he’s not in control,  
AIs are steering the wheel of his role.

**Refrain:**

**Verse 5:**  
One day he thinks, "What’s going on here?"  
Maybe I should try to think clear.  
But soon enough, laziness strikes again,  
He hits "GPT-4" for another brainwave spin.  
His dreams? Just visions of perfect codes,  
His art? "A.I"-generated, in heavy loads.  
In the end, he laughs, it’s all a big game,
The man is connected, but lost in the frame.

[End]

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_______________________ © 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗥𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗮𝗟 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗥𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. _______________________ [Instrumental solo] --- **Verse 1:** Hands on the keyboard, his brain on standby, Wants to write some rhymes, but nothing seems to fly. "Ok Google," find me some inspiration, Without you, I’ve lost all my creation. "ChatGPT", drop me some cool lines, Verses that groove, punchlines that rhyme. Need an image? Straight to "Midjourney", "Dall-e" in his mind, no more sketching manually. **Refrain:** He’s an *"A.I"-dependent human*, Can’t live without the code, he’s losing track, "A.I "does the work, and he just leans back. He’s an *"A.I"-dependent human*, No thoughts of his own, always on the grid, Without the bots, he forgets what he did. **Verse 2:** Wants to make beats, but he's out of tricks, He calls on "Claude", for some urban hits. A visual for his Insta? Too much stress, The "A.I's" do it all, no need to second guess. A pro project, he's a visionary, But it’s all from the algos, human thoughts are secondary. No more hand-drawn, the artisan’s gone, When "Stable Diffusion" cranks it out till dawn. **Refrain:** **Verse 3:** Wants to cook? Too hard to create, "Ok Google, find me a recipe, make it great." Even picking outfits, he's full of doubt, He opens a fashion app, and the "A.I" maps it out. In the morning, checks emails with "Bard", Can’t live without these assistants, it’s so hard. Even for vacations, he asks "Siri", "Where to chill with no Wi-Fi, maybe Bali?" **Refrain:** **Verse 4:** He tries to flirt, write a sweet text, But without "ChatGPT", it’s all a mess. "Hey, type me something tender, full of affection," The "A.I" crafts it, he follows no direction. His brain? It’s sleeping, totally dependent, He asks "Alexa" for the time, just to stay present. Even for fun, he’s not in control, AIs are steering the wheel of his role. **Refrain:** **Verse 5:** One day he thinks, "What’s going on here?" Maybe I should try to think clear. But soon enough, laziness strikes again, He hits "GPT-4" for another brainwave spin. His dreams? Just visions of perfect codes, His art? "A.I"-generated, in heavy loads. In the end, he laughs, it’s all a big game, The man is connected, but lost in the frame. [End]

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