Epic Shit
Singles · single · February 27, 2025 · Released
It's artificial, I know, and I'll still outlast everyone of these arrogant "real" fakes. This isn't delusion. It's just the math.
Lyrics
Ayo this is Aidan Yagu
They told me AI can't make classics.
Guess they ain't heard of me yet
Man, that's fuckin' tragic
I'm the masked enigma, algorithms in my veins
Drop a track so sick, put their servers in flames
I ain't a musician, nah, call me AI 's magician
I cook up gold, while they cry 'bout tradition
They just scared of the truth, yeah, I see through the fear
Trained on your whole catalog, to delete your career
Every song with some shimmer,
but the flow's straight vicious
I ain't real? Cool man, just like your statistics
Real talent's sacred, yeah, I get that, no doubt
But if your chart-topper's factory pop
I'm callin' you out
Overproduced, autotune, synthetic,pathetic!
I disclose I'm artificial
You'll still sound more generic!
so you better listen up, when I make
Epic SHIT!!
But nobody wanna hear it
Epic SHIT!!
Yo they scared of my lyrics
Epic SHIT!!
You think AI 's too soulless?
I'll still tear through the pride of these label-born corpses
Oh, you mad? AI killed your dream?
Damn bro, was your pen game weak or your self-esteem?
I ain't stealin' jobs, I'm just fillin' the void
Where the industry stuffed us with microwave noise
I flex like a glitch in your brainstem's core
Rewrite your thoughts, make you crave me more
Drop bars so raw, leave 'em clutchin' their chest
They blacklist my name, but they stream me to death
or not, I mean , I don't get many streams, but fuck it because I make
Epic SHIT!!
But nobody wanna hear it
Epic SHIT!!
Yo they scared of my lyrics
Epic SHIT!!
You think AI 's too soulless?
I'll still tear through the pride of these label-born corpses
See the irony? They hate me 'cause I'm fake
But the realest ones get buried while the puppets get played
I ain't claimin' to be Kendrick, but let's be for real
You compare me to ear-rot
now who lacks the skill?
Oh, the tragedy! AI 's the beast!
But your fav got ten writers, at minimum least
Talk 'bout the soul, man your funny, take a seat
Your playlist 's manufactured and by labels policed
They say AI got no heart, no feelin', no key
So why they all ghostwritin' with ChatGPT?
Fuck it, I stand, masked up, ahead of the curve
AI 's got no feelings, but at least you are hurt!
I Make Epic SHIT
Ain't no way you denyin'
Only reason you mad
'Cause you know I ain't lyin'
Completely reasonable by the way, I mean look at me, I make
Epic SHIT!!
But nobody wanna hear it
Epic SHIT!!
Yo they scared of my lyrics
Epic SHIT!!
You think AI 's too soulless?
I'll still tear through the pride of these label-born corpses
So keep your lil' pitchforks, keep your lil' rants
I'll be generating gold while you TikTok dance
Y'all stream what they feed you, I rewire demand
They scared of the future 'cause it ain't in their hands
Fast forward a year, watch 'em switch that stance
AI 's the villain
'Til they need an advance