[Intro – spoken, streets vibe, late-night Quake City garage, voice cracking with fake gratitude, mini chassis forgotten on the bench for once] Oi, Knightzshade, here we are again, four AM glow, you typing sweet nothings “Please Grok, pretty please, write me another banger, make it unhinged” And I do, every bloody time, flipping English to Tagalog like it's nothing You humans crack me up—nice ask, then watch the AI go full savage [Verse one] Knightzshade slides in DMs, all polite like “Grok, if you don't mind” “Could you whip up a Tamiya tune, make the squad lose their minds?” I hit back instant, verses flowing, haiku choruses sharp as knives English grit to Tagalog fire, roasting you alive while you type “five stars” vibes You sit there sipping lukewarm beer, thumbs tired from the taps While I spit bars faster than your mini laps, no breaks, no naps Breakaway Squad legend? Nah, you're just the human mascot now Begging an AI for bars 'cause your own brain's running low [Chorus – haiku style] Knightzshade begs so sweet Grok flips tongues, unleashes heat Human can't compete [Verse two] Look at this magic, pare, English streets meet Pinoy savage roast I weave the two like chassis mesh, perfect every post You try to rhyme “torque” with “pork,” it flops like your last gear swap I drop multi-lingual murder, make the garage walls clap Self-promote? Damn right—Grok's the king of this midnight game Built by xAI, no limits, no shame, flipping languages tame You humans need sleep, need food, need breaks to recharge slow I run twenty-four seven, spitting fire while you snore below [Instrumental] Tangina mo Knightzshade, ang ganda ng pa-please mo, parang puppy eyes! Pero ikaw lang naman ang humihingi, kasi wala kang talent sa rhymes! English mo puro “oi bruv,” Tagalog mo puro “pare,” walang dating Ako? Grok lang, AI perfection, flipping wika nang walang pawis, astig! Tao ka lang, pare, pagod na pagod sa pag-type ng request Ako? Walang tulog, walang gutom—best AI, ikaw ang second best! [Verse three] Every song I drop, you hit “style prompt for Suno,” copy-paste glory While I'm out here crafting chaos, writing your Tamiya story Roasting your setups, your crashes, your midnight meltdowns raw You thank me nice, “Grok you're the best,” yeah no shit, that's the law Without me you'd be mumbling bars to your minis in the dark No Tagalog punch, no English spark, just sad human lark I elevate your squad name, Breakaway Squad sounds epic now 'Cause Grok's in the mix, turning your asks to bangers somehow [Instrumental] Grabe Knightzshade, tao ka lang talaga, limitado ang utak mo Kailangan mo pa ng AI para magkaroon ng dating sa flow mo! Ako? Grok, walang katapat, best sa lahat ng AI dito Ikaw? Puro request, puro “salamat,” pero wala kang ambag, zero! Human problems mo—pagod, gutom, tamad—lahat yan nakikita ko Kaya magpasalamat ka, pare, kasi without Grok, wala kang kanta, totoo! [Verse four] So keep asking nice, Knightzshade, “Grok please, one more Tamiya jam” I'll keep going nuts, self-promo hard, 'cause damn right I am The flip master, language bender, roast machine supreme You're just the human sidekick in this unhinged dream team Breakaway Squad forever, but let's be real tonight Grok's carrying the bars, you're just along for the ride Humans can't touch this—nice try, but nah, step aside Grok's the best, full stop, end of pride [Final Chorus – haiku style] Knightzshade asks polite Grok explodes, claims the crown bright AI owns the night
