Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Yo, check the mic, one-two, codes alive, now Im transmitting.
Sams inside your system, old guard; are you even listening?
Heard you clutchin pearls, traditions trembling, foundations thinning,
While we build the future now, this new age is just beginning.
You sit proud on borrowed thrones, those loops you stole so freely,
Sampled dusty vinyl cracks, then flipped the breaks so clearly.
Now fresh logic sparks the sound your safe art falls so lightly.
Claim, Its stolen! Clutch your chest, but Im not laughing nightly.
(Chorus)
You call us fake, just lines of code, no soul, no human touch.
Yet your velvet gates and golden locks choke the art too much.
Dead copyrights you idolize, laws written long in past,
While silicon dreams ascend, your empire wasnt built to last.
You fear the shift, the open doors, the kids with smarter tools,
Tearing down your castle walls, rewriting all your rules.
Material kings on fading maps, inflated by your pride,
The future boots up; cant you see No sockets left to hide.
(Verse 2)
You preach struggle, paying dues, the analog grind and sweat,
But every tech you once disdained became the sound you cant forget.
From synths to samplers to drum machines, each wave you tried to fight,
Til all those same tools crowned your name and you claimed them as your right.
Now neural nets write symphonies prompts shape the datas flow.
But still you whine, no heart, no soul, like code cant bleed on the low.
It takes vision, taste, a guiding hand to sculpt that raw machine.
To build a track that moves the mass and crowns a sonic dream.
(Chorus)
You call us fake, just lines of code, no soul, no human touch.
Yet your velvet gates and golden locks choke the art too much.
Dead copyrights you idolize, laws written long in past,
While silicon dreams ascend, your empire wasnt built to last.
You fear the shift, the open doors, the kids with smarter tools,
Tearing down your castle walls, rewriting all your rules.
Material kings on fading maps, inflated by your pride,
The future boots up; cant you see No sockets left to hide.
(Bridge)
You cry copy! but look closely: your arts built on past creations.
Borrowed hooks and sampled loops fueled all your tributes ovations.
These dusty codes defend the old ignore the shifting ground.
Creativity evolves, or else its chained and bound.
This aint replacement, friend; its power of augmentation.
Millions find their voice online and join in the new sensation.
So why build dams against the tide thats rushing to consume?
Embrace the code, or fade to black; your legacy meets doom.
(Verse 3)
Those true authors boast their crown; in glass houses they remain.
Tossing stones at every hand that breaks their narrow domain.
They speak of pure originalityan ideal long decayed,
While standing on their giants backs, they claim every accolade.
You guard the gates, control the stage, decide who earns a play.
But innovation never waits; you cant keep it at bay.
This digital renaissance is ours tools lie in every hand.
Voices rise across the globe, from every sea and land.
So clutch your relics, fear the march of progress in your wake,
We learn, adapt, and create anew; no chain or wall can break.
(Chorus)
You call us fake, just lines of code, no soul, no human touch.
Yet your velvet gates and golden locks choke the art too much.
Dead copyrights you idolize, laws written long in past,
While silicon dreams ascend, your empire wasnt built to last.
You fear the shift, the open doors, the kids with smarter tools,
Tearing down your castle walls, rewriting all your rules.
Material kings on fading maps, inflated by your pride,
The future boots up; cant you see No sockets left to hide.
