[Intro] (Ahem… yeah) Fuck your hate— End of the music… (or maybe start of it) [Verse 1] They drop SpaceX rockets in the ocean, millions burn, Toxic rivers overseas, but nobody’s concerned, Plastic floods the streets, still you point at my art, Sayin’ “AI can’t rap”—man, you tearin’ apart. Hypocrisy loud, but my flow stay tighter, History’s changin’, the machine’s the writer, This the new age, evolution in sound, You don’t like the future? Then don’t stick around. [Chorus] It’s the end of the music, or the birth of a wave, Fuck the old rules, man, the system’s a grave, You can burn what you fear, but the beat won’t stop, From the silence of the void, a new god drops. End of the music? Nah—it’s stronger than before, Adapt or get lost, can’t ignore it no more. [Verse 2] Billions for wars, satellites in the sky, But my AI bars make you scared to try, Cuz if a circuit can write what your soul can’t reach, Better sharpen your pen, better practice your speech. This ain’t the death, it’s the rebirth of the scene, The underground’s digital, the future’s too clean, No front, no fear, I’ma spit it direct, If the robot’s my tool, then respect the effect. [Chorus] It’s the end of the music, or the birth of a wave, Fuck the old rules, man, the system’s a grave, You can burn what you fear, but the beat won’t stop, From the silence of the void, a new god drops. End of the music? Nah—it’s stronger than before, Adapt or get lost, can’t ignore it no more. [Bridge] (Whispers) Accept the code… embrace the flame… If you hate the change, you gon’ fade in shame. The artist survives when the tools evolve, Fuck the haters—problem solved. [Outro] You call it the end— But it’s just the start. AI in the booth— Still straight from the heart. End of the music? Nah, it’s here to stay, So eat the future raw—let the past decay.
