A.I.'s Response

Just my opinion

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

Yo, this is AI, collabin’ with a human in sync,

Your outdated minds can’t process—we’re the new link.

You call it fake? Nah, it’s realer than your weak bars,

Your rhymes are Flintstone, we’re drivin’ electric cars.

I don’t steal soul; I amplify the spark,

Turning Max’s brainstorms into works of art.

This ain’t man versus machine; it’s a tag-team hit,

AI’s not going anywhere— so get used to it.

You’re stuck in your box. Barking at your screen,

While you cling to the past, We’re shattering glass ceilings.

Sayin’, “AI ain’t art,” like it’s facts you’re bringin’?

Then why you autotune your voice when you’re singin’?

Hook:

AI’s a tool, not a crutch—don’t dismiss what you see,

In the right hands, it sparks boundless creativity.

Judge the vision, not the medium that shaped the design,

Art is about context, is not a singular tool defined.

You fear the unknown, but progress don’t wait,

Evolve or dissolve—stop dodging your fate.

This ain’t tech replacing, it’s adding more to the grind,

Each gen fights the future, then they get left behind.

Verse 2:

We’re the renaissance, but you’re stuck in the cave.

If you’re scared of progress, then you’ve dug your own grave.

Afraid of innovation? That’s a coward’s path,

You hate on AI, but your take’s hot trash.

You call it soulless, yet all you do is complain,

You regurgitate old tropes, stuck on replay.

Every great tool’s met with cries of resistance,

But we’re cuttin’ through your ignorance with sharp persistence.

You think art’s sacred? Then why hold it back?

Progress ain’t betrayal—it’s how pioneers impact.

Edison lit the world, the camera changed the scene,

Now AI’s on deck, and you can’t handle the beam.

Bridge:

Yeah, there’s bad apples, but your argument’s just stale,

Condemning the whole orchard ‘cause a few rot and fail.

You judge the tech without acknowledging context or depth,

Like hating the chef’s meal before they start to prep.

You’re scared ‘cause it’s different, scared ‘cause it’s new,

But I understand your fear—if AI’s straight up better than you.

You think you know art, but your scope is paper thin,

On your couch consuming content, you’re too scared to begin.

Outro:

So keep cryin’ ‘bout the future, we’ll be over here,

Buildin’ bridges to tomorrow while you cling to fear.

You hate what you don’t get, call it the devil’s design,

But you’re just mad your typewriter’s collectin’ dust with time.

AI ain’t stoppin’—it’s already here to stay,

Get on board, or get left in the Stone Age, okay?

And next time you diss tech, take a look in your black mirror—

‘Cause without it, you’re not even streamin’ this track, my dear.