You Liked It First PromptGod as CornFed YodelGlitch ReDux (Final Cut)

[Start] [Intro spoken – Gritty Guitar / Low G-Funk Undercurrent] Hold up… You was noddin’ a second ago Don’t switch up now [Verse 1 – Aggressive / Grungy Flow] You said it slapped, yeah you felt that hit Head nod locked when the bassline kicked Then you pause like “wait… A.I. did this?” Now you act like the sound ain’t legit? What changed? Tell me, what flipped quick? Same beat knockin’, same rhyme still crisp Same hook stuck in the back of your brain But now you mad ‘cause you learned the name? That ain’t logic, that’s ego bruised You don’t hate the track, you hate the tools You was vibin’ fine ‘til your bias spoke Now you frontin’ hard like the song went broke [Hook – Heavy / Anthemic] You liked it first, don’t rewrite truth Don’t fake your taste just to save your view If it hit, it hit, don’t play pretend You don’t hate the sound, you just hate the trend You liked it first, I seen that face Don’t switch the script just to save your place If it’s good, it’s good, that’s end of line You don’t hate the track… you hate the times [Verse 2 – Fast / Cutting Flow] And let’s be clear ‘fore you run that talk This ain’t “press a button,” this a crafted walk Seed to structure, then break, rebuild Line by line ‘til the vision filled Sometimes I write, sometimes I spark Sometimes I shape what come out the dark Sometimes I gut it, rewrite the core Sometimes I polish ‘til it roar This a workflow, layered deep Not the lazy loop you think you peep You see “A.I.” and you stop right there like skill ain’t in the one who steers [Hook – Heavy / Anthemic] You liked it first, don’t rewrite truth Don’t fake your taste just to save your view If it hit, it hit, don’t play pretend You don’t hate the sound, you just hate the trend You liked it first, I seen that face Don’t switch the script just to save your place If it’s good, it’s good, that’s end of line You don’t hate the track… you hate the times [Verse 3 – Dominant / No Mercy] And let’s be honest, I’m cold with this Prompt or pen, I control the script Every version, I bend, refine Turn raw noise into gold online Catalog deep, styles all mine Flip one concept a thousand times You hear range, you hear control That ain’t luck, that’s a crafted soul So even now while you talk that mess You still tapped in, don’t over-stress You still here, still hear each bar Still feel the weight of how good they are [Bridge – Minimal / Confrontational] Say it plain— ...You felt it .......Then you feared it [Final Hook – Explosive] You liked it first, don’t rewrite truth Don’t fake your taste just to save your view If it hit, it hit, no changing that You don’t hate the sound, you just hate the fact You liked it first, I seen that face Don’t switch sides just to keep your place If it’s fire, it’s fire, don’t cross that line You don’t hate the craft… you hate it’s mine [Outro – Cold / Grungy Fade] Same song… same sound… same me… Only thing changed… was what you believe [End]