Yeah, they got bots that’ll spit you a verse in a sec Pre-chewed metaphors, synthetic tech-neck. But I’m scribblin’ scars in the margins of time, Where the ink’s hemoglobin and the rhythm’s a grind. They’ll sell you a shortcut, a cheat code, a crutch, A ChatGPT sonnet that don’t bleed too much. But I’m Frankenstein’s poet, stitched raw, misaligned, My flow’s a clenched fist, my rhymes are soul designed. A hint: Syllable-stuttering cyborgs can’t spit this twisted script I autopsied a Wi-Fi wombat’s spleen mid-cyber-seizure crypt, Trauma’s a dial-up dirge that no tin-bot could transmit Find the barcode, fu**er, tell me a robot wrote that *censored*! (Chorus) I want the tremble of a hand carving creed, The stutter, the mutter, the gasp in between. Give me the rust, the rot, the raw and unseen If it’s too clean, it ain’t human, it’s a meme. They’ll package your pain in a prompt-engineered box, Sell your soul as an NFT, deepfake your thoughts. But I’m off-grid, slangin’ verbs in Grit Valley, Where the bars bust skulls and the truth’s a .40 Cali. My drafts are a crime scene, redacted, unread, Crossed-out confessions and bones left for dead. You want perfect? Go ask a silicon priest, But I’m baptizin’ my Bic in the blood of the beast. (Chorus) I want the tremble of a hand carving creed, The stutter, the mutter, the gasp in between. Give me the rust, the rot, the raw and unseen If it’s too clean, it ain’t human, it’s a meme. They said, ‘Let the AI brand your obituary Slap a barcode where your heart used to be. I said, “Nah, I’ll carve my name in the bark of the tree, Let the roots drink my rage, let the branches scream free! We’re the glitch in their glamour, the skip in their script, Suno broke the gatekeepers, now the misfits are equipped. You wanted flawless? Nah, we’re flaws amplified The fall of puppet rap? Boom, the orphans unified! Try tell a robot to innovate this tangled tongue-tornado “Sassy salamanders salsa-dance in stiletto shadows, Pilferin’ pickled paradoxes from a paranoid potato!” Watch its circuits sizzle, syntax snap like spaghetti dough. Command Chat-GPT: “Cram a camel through a keyhole, make it quote Kant in Klingon while it jigs on Jell-O!” It’ll buffer, “Error: Soul not found in database.” While I’m a malfunctionin’ mic drop, spittin’ essence in your face! (Chorus x2) I want the tremble of a hand carving creed, The stutter, the mutter, the gasp in between. Give me the rust, the rot, the raw and unseen If it’s too clean, it ain’t human, it’s a meme. Let the volcano of vowels erupt from the crust, I’m a cave-painter scratchin’ through digital dust. My meter’s a landslide, my slang’s carbon-dated But I’m chiseled in flint, no A.I fabricated. I'll admit: I can't rap for sh*t, but the pen stays dignified, These bars are blood-born, even if the breath’s electrified, I ain't here to flex my pipes, just to wreck this beat. Every word's a masterpiece, call it: Suno ft....me (x2)If it’s too clean, it ain’t human, it’s a meme.
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