[Intro] (spoken) Yeah. Album's done. But there was one thing I didn't say. So. One more. Go ahead and roll your eyes. I'll wait. [Verse 1] Grown man sat down with a brand new tool Half the room already thinks I'm a fool They see two letters and they're out the door Don't read a word, don't listen anymore Made a whole record, my words, my sweat Some of the people I love haven't heard it yet They saw how I made it and they'd made up their mind Which tells you plenty about our times [Chorus] They call it slop. AI slop. Push a button, bring nothing, let the robot cook. And they're right, that's slop, when there's nothing on top. But I brought the words. So take another look. [HARD CUT] (music stops dead. one beat of silence. no fade.) [Break: beat drops, dark, half-time, minimal] (spoken, low) But here's the part they're right about. [Verse 2] (serious, heavy, direct, no wink) Don't you dare pretend this thing comes free. The question I typed cost a cup of water, easy. The song drank gallons more before it stopped. Enough to charge my phone a year, and that's just one shot. Now picture everybody doing what I did. That's not a song anymore. That's a grid. But that's not even the cost that keeps me up at night. [Verse 3] (serious, the love, direct) Because I love the real thing. I mean I love it loud. Live music, a room, a band, a crowd. The writer with a callus, the singer who bleeds, the player in the booth who does it for the need. People who make something out of nothing at all, that's the whole point of being here, that's the call. And the same button that let me play the star is quietly telling them what they are. That's the cost. A person's whole life of craft. I'm not gonna stand here and pretend it doesn't laugh. [Mic drop] (everything cuts cold, then the beat comes back hard under the last run, spoken, low, building) So when you hear me rap, hear this: It's not me defending. It's me not pretending. It's me not offending. It's me sending it. I'm out.
