# ARTIFICIAL TALENT [Intro – dusty sample, dry spoken vocal] My neighbor made an album last night. He's never played an instrument. Says he's going on tour. [Beat Drop – distorted bass, crunchy drums] [Verse 1 – sarcastic rhythmic rap] Little Timmy got a laptop, thinks he's Mozart Typed a couple words, now he's topping every chart Got a brand-new persona and a broken shopping cart Selling artificial feelings as a revolutionary art Got a rapper with a chain and a voice made of plastic Talking 'bout the struggle while he's sitting in his attic Never seen a fight but his lyrics sound dramatic Got a hundred fake tattoos and a manufactured habit [Flow Switch – faster internal rhymes] Everybody got a studio, nobody got a skill Everybody got a record deal, nobody got a bill Everybody got a story that a server had to fill Got a song about rebellion made by someone sitting still [Beat Cut – deadpan] Yeah, bro. Real underground. [Chorus – obnoxiously catchy rhythmic chant] TYPE IT IN! SPIT IT OUT! TELL THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD WHAT YOU'RE MAD ABOUT! FAKE THE PAIN! FAKE THE SOUND! EVERYBODY'S A LEGEND TILL THE WIFI GOES DOWN! TYPE IT IN! SPIT IT OUT! GOT A MILLION LITTLE RAPPERS WITH THE SAME DAMN MOUTH! [Post-Chorus – distorted ad-libs] Copy! Paste! What a waste! [Verse 2 – bouncy, mocking cadence] My cousin made a love song for a girl he never met Said he cried while he recorded, he ain't recorded yet Got a bot to write the lyrics, got a bot to sing the rest Now he's posting little videos about how he's depressed Got a punk-rock revolution sponsored by a bank Got a protest anthem playing while the shareholders thank Every kid's a tortured genius, every track's a masterpiece Every song's about escaping, every artist pays a fee [Flow Switch – tight rapid-fire rhymes] I got synthetic sentimental instrumental entertainment Manufactured independent anti-establishment arrangements Got a thousand little imitators chasing validation While the people making music gotta fight for compensation [Beat Cut – sarcastic] But hey. At least the cover art looks sick. [Chorus – hard rhythmic doubles] TYPE IT IN! SPIT IT OUT! TELL THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD WHAT YOU'RE MAD ABOUT! FAKE THE PAIN! FAKE THE SOUND! EVERYBODY'S A LEGEND TILL THE WIFI GOES DOWN! TYPE IT IN! SPIT IT OUT! GOT A MILLION LITTLE RAPPERS WITH THE SAME DAMN MOUTH! [Bridge – bass alone, cynical conversational rap] Maybe I'm just getting old Maybe nothing's really new Maybe every generation Steals a little something too But there's something kinda funny When the world's about to drown And the last surviving artist Is a server shutting down [Beat Returns – distorted drums] [Verse 3 – increasingly manic, dark humor] Got a song about the homeless from a mansion in the hills Got a song about addiction sponsored by prescription pills Got a song about the working class from somebody who won't work Got a song about the end of art, and man, that shit's a perk Got a digital messiah with a microphone for teeth Selling prepackaged emotion by the second, not the beat Got a record label smiling as they calculate the cost If the singer never lived, there's no soul they gotta cross [Flow Switch – frantic, controlled double-time] Everybody wants a shortcut, everybody wants a crown Everybody wants a platform till the platform shuts 'em down Everybody wants a movement with a marketable sound Everybody wants a revolution they can purchase by the pound! [Beat Cut – dry spoken] Wait. Didn't you make this with AI? [Pause] ...Shut the fuck up. [Final Chorus – rough doubles, maximum rhythmic energy] TYPE IT IN! SPIT IT OUT! TELL THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD WHAT YOU'RE MAD ABOUT! FAKE THE PAIN! FAKE THE SOUND! EVERYBODY'S A LEGEND TILL THE WIFI GOES DOWN! TYPE IT IN! SPIT IT OUT! GOT A MILLION LITTLE RAPPERS WITH THE SAME DAMN MOUTH! [Outro – beat collapses, spoken deadpan] Anyway, stream my new album. It's called *Authenticity*. I made it in eleven minutes. [Hard Cut]
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