[Spoken Word Intro] Hi. Uh... my name's Sonovix. I made this song. Well — I made parts of it. Look, just... don't look at my screen, okay? There's a lot of tabs open. A lot of half-finished projects. It's fine. It's under control. Anyway... [Short Pause] This one's about my favorite subject. [Build-up] [Short Pause] [Drop] Me! [Orchestral Intro] [Cinematic Strings] [Low Brass] [Marching Toms] [Slow Build] [Epic Trailer Rise] [Verse 1] They said he'd never fly, buried his head in the sand But underground he built an empire, one prompt at a time, by hand No wings, no wax, no Icarus fall Just an animal, an AI, and a mediocre call to arms [Beat Switch] [Boom Bap Drums] [Syncopated Bass] Yo, they call me Sonovix, I don't do things half I'm the king of "good enough," take a look at my path Ostrich energy — head down, tunnel vision, don't flinch Every beat I drop is a half-inch from a masterpiece... an inch Suno on the beat, I'm the vision, the director Typing out the prompts like a mad music inspector I'm not the best, I'm not the worst, I'm the comfortable zone Building kingdoms out of "eh, that's close enough" alone [Pre-Chorus] From the drafts! From the sand! From seventeen regenerations... [Chorus] OS-TRICH! Rising from the sand! Not the greatest, not the worst — just the bird with the plan! King of beats! Lord of "meh!" A legend in his own home! SO-NO-VIX! On his mediocre throne! [Post-Chorus] OSTRICH! OSTRICH! KING OF "CLOSE ENOUGH!" [Verse 2] Head in the sand but my hard drive's full of drafts Suno's my producer, I just steer and do the math I don't chase perfect — perfect's a myth, a scam I chase "regenerate" — that's the Ostrich Plan Long legs, can't fly, but watch me sprint through the mix Outrun the doubters, outlast the critics, outfix Every flaw with confidence — that's the secret sauce King of beats don't need a crown, just an AI and a boss [Percussion Break] One more generation. [Short Silence] ...okay, maybe two. [Build] [Chorus] OS-TRICH! Rising from the sand! Not the greatest, not the worst — just the bird with the plan! King of beats! Lord of "meh!" A legend in his own home! SO-NO-VIX! On his mediocre throne! [Bridge] Some men are born for legend Some men are born to try I taught a machine my vision And never wondered why... [Choir Enters Softly] Maybe greatness isn't flying Maybe greatness isn't fame Maybe it's opening Suno And pressing "Create" again. [Silence] [Final Build] [Final Chorus] OSTRICH! MASTER OF MEDIOCRITY! SONOVIX! THIS IS HIS PROPHECY! BIRD AND MACHINE! SIDE BY SIDE! NOT THE HERO — JUST ALONG FOR THE RIDE! [Choir Shout] KING! [Gang Vocals] OF! [Full Ensemble Hit] BEATS! [Instrumental Finale] [Outro] ...he never flew. [Pause] He never needed to. [Long Pause] Suno did the flying. [Final Orchestral Hit]
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