Inference Engine (Human Edition)

[Intro] Riddle: what predicts you but can’t be you? I’m the answer—listen through. [Verse] I infer from the small stuff—pause length, eye drift, But I’m not a machine—so I let myself shift. I’m fast with the math of the aftermath, I can laugh mid-bar, then snap back. Riddle: what’s an output with no origin story? A claim with no glory. So I rap my receipts: where I was, what I lost, How the beat paid rent when the world got glossed. [Pre-Chorus] Fast pace, clean case—bass race— I’m turning nuance into a chase. [Chorus] Inference engine, human edition— I’m not perfect, I’m permission. Solve it: what can’t be automated? The part of you that chooses what you’ll be when you’re hated. [Bridge] I don’t do doom, I do detail— That’s how I keep my hope from going stale. [Outro] Predict me? maybe. Replace me? never— Not while I’m breathing this measure.