[start] [Intro | spoken | dry vocal | sparse beat] Oh, you wrote that? Yeah? You wrote ALL of that? Interesting. [Verse 1 | tight rap | sarcastic] Funny how your wording changed overnight Same little phrases, same polished bite Yesterday you said you couldn't find the time Today you've got a thirty-line masterpiece online Every sentence dressed up just a little too clean Every metaphor polished till it doesn't mean a thing I don't care if you use a tool — just say what you did But don't hand me somebody else's fingerprints [Pre-Chorus | rising tension | clipped delivery] You can use the machine You can use the pen You can build it from scratch Or rewrite it again But don't look me dead in the face With that smug little grin And tell me you wrote every word When you know where it's been [Chorus | belted hook | full band | stacked harmonies] YOU AIN'T WRITING SHIT! You just changed the prompt YOU AIN'T WRITING SHIT! Then you called it your song If you used a machine, say it If you rewrote it, own it But don't wear a borrowed voice Like you fucking wrote it [Post-Chorus | gang vocals | rhythmic] You ain't — you ain't — You ain't writing shit! Say it with your chest You ain't writing shit! [Verse 2 | denser rap | punchy drums] "Every line came straight from my soul" Sure, and every comma just happened to be whole Same dramatic wording, same perfectly neat flow Same five words everybody's suddenly supposed to know You found a thesaurus with a keyboard attached And now you're guarding your credits like a copyright match I can hear the machine in the shape of your phrase Not because AI is evil — because you've got a pattern for days You don't owe me purity You owe me the truth There's a difference between getting some help And pretending you didn't use I say it out loud when I get a little assist Some parts are mine, some parts got tightened up a bit No fake revolution, no genius disguise Just me saying exactly how the fucking thing was designed [Pre-Chorus | rising tension | sharper vocal] You can use the machine You can use the pen You can build it from scratch Or rewrite it again I don't give a damn What tool you choose Just don't fake authorship Then act confused [Chorus | bigger drums | gang vocals] YOU AIN'T WRITING SHIT! You just changed the prompt YOU AIN'T WRITING SHIT! Then you called it your song If you used a machine, say it If you rewrote it, own it But don't wear a borrowed voice Like you fucking wrote it [Bridge | half-time breakdown | spoken-rap | dry vocal] Let's make one thing very clear I'm not here to police the tools Use AI Use a notebook Use a pen Use your grandma's fucking typewriter I don't care What gets me Is the performance The little speech The "every word came from me" The sudden pride The fake confession The carefully rehearsed innocence You don't have to be ashamed of the tool You have to be honest about the work [Breakdown | beat switch | call-and-response] Who wrote it? You? — Maybe. Who shaped it? You? — Maybe. Who ran the prompt? You? — Probably. Who wants all the credit? THAT'S THE PROBLEM. [Silence | 1s] [Shout | gang vocal] YOU AIN'T WRITING SHIT! [Verse 3 | aggressive rap | full groove] And before somebody starts with the moral crusade "Real artists write by hand" — okay, grandpa, have a seat Every tool gets blamed when somebody uses it badly But honesty costs less than pretending you're Patti I'm not asking for a confession every time you post I'm asking you not to turn a generated draft into a ghost Don't sell me "authentic" when the evidence is right there I can smell the same sentence structure from across the damn air It's not about who's pure It's not about who's fake It's about giving credit For the choices that you make If the machine gave you the frame And you painted every wall Cool — that's still your process Just don't erase it all [Final Pre-Chorus | escalating | shouted backing vocals] Say what you used! Say what you changed! Say where it started! Put your name on the parts You actually made! [Final Chorus | maximum intensity | bigger drums | gang vocals] YOU AIN'T WRITING SHIT! You just changed the prompt YOU AIN'T WRITING SHIT! Then you called it your song If you used a machine, say it If you rewrote it, own it If you made it yours, then SHOW IT Don't pretend you fucking wrote it YOU AIN'T WRITING SHIT! Yeah, I said what I said YOU AIN'T WRITING SHIT! Unless you actually did No shame in using tools No shame in asking for help The only thing that looks pathetic Is lying about yourself [Outro | stripped beat | spoken | mocking] "Every word is mine." Sure. You ain't writing shit. [End]
