Suno Stole the Wind

[Intro – creaking ship wood, distant waves, boom-bap kick fading in] Yo… ho… Drop the beat, boys. [Verse 1 – hip-hop rhythm over accordion and stomp] I wrote a verse in the dead of night Candle low, strings tuned tight Hook so clean it could cut the tide Drums like thunder on the ocean side Fed it straight to the AI sea “Spin this gold back out to me” But the damned machine spit static and pain Like a drunk old bard in a hurricane [Pre-Chorus – crew chant] Ho! Ho! Something ain't right The rhythm sank in the dead of night Ho! Ho! Sound went wrong Suno done mangled me perfect song [Chorus – sea shanty chant + trap drums] Yo ho, drag the beat below Suno wrecked the song I wrote Lines were fire, hook was gold Now it sounds like a dying boat Yo ho, cursed machine Swallowed up my melody If I find that AI code I’ll keelhaul it down the road [Verse 2 – faster rap flow] Bass came back like a wounded whale Kick drum limping, harmony pale Choir supposed to shake the mast Now it wheezes like a ghost-ship blast Gave it chords, gave it flame Came back twisted, not the same My hook got lost in algorithm foam Like a bottle with a message never getting home [Pre-Chorus – crew chant louder] Ho! Ho! Raise the cry The beat got tossed in the digital sky Ho! Ho! Curse that tone That AI butchered my backbone [Chorus – full crew + 808s] Yo ho, drag the beat below Suno wrecked the song I wrote Lines were fire, hook was gold Now it sounds like a dying boat Yo ho, cursed machine Swallowed up my melody If I find that AI code I’ll keelhaul it down the road [Bridge – half-time dubstep sway, dark chant] Push the faders… watch it drown Auto-tune spinning round Storm of glitches, broken flow Where the hell’d my chorus go? Crew goes quiet… then— [Sea Shanty Breakdown – stomps and claps] HEY! Fix the beat or walk the plank HEY! That mix is lower than the tank HEY! We wrote a banger, bold and strong Suno sank the whole damn song [Final Chorus – massive chant + rap overlay] Yo ho, drag the beat below Suno wrecked the song I wrote Hook was bright like cannon gold Now it creaks and cracks and folds Yo ho, mark my creed Next time I’ll guard the melody But tonight we drink and roar And write a better one ashore [Outro – fading waves, crew laughing] Yo ho… Back to the studio, lads.