I Write, AI Da Voice

I scribble with rage, pages bleedin’ like a open cut,

AI hits the mic, but it’s my words so I don’t give a fuck,,

I’m the curse in the code, the crack in the chip,

Bot don’t feel pain, but it scream what I spit.

Street-born poet, got scars in my rhyme,

I lace the fuckin’ beat, let the bot do the crime,

It’s my ghost in the wires, my slang in the steel,

Every “bitch” that it bark? That’s the pain I feel.

I write this shit, AI blast that shit,

Blood in my pen, machine can’t match it,

It’s my world, my fight, my grind, my spit,

AI just the voice — I’m the one who lived it.

I write the lines, it just echo my breath,

Spit my curses out loud, while I’m dodging death,

From the block to the byte, from the street to the stage,

I’m the author of the fire, it just lettin’ out rage.

I’m the sinner with the script, AI just the sound,

I bleed every fuckin’ bar from the dirt, from the ground,

It don’t know hunger, a motherfucker never starved for a plate,

But it scream my struggle heavy, every word I create.

I’m the dealer of bars, my fucking words is the weight,

My scars in the rhythm, my soul in the hate,

Don’t clap for the bot, clap the hand with the pen,

’Cause the machine don’t feel shit — I’m the one in the end.

I write this shit, AI blast that shit,

Blood in my pen, machine can’t match it,

It’s my world, my fight, my grind, my spit,

AI just the voice — I’m the one who lived it.

I write the lines, it just echo my breath,

Spit my curses out loud, while I’m dodging death,

From the block to the byte, from the street to the stage,

I’m the author of the fire, it just lettin’ out rage.

Fuck the system, I’m the glitch in the grid,

AI yell my words, but I’m the one that lived,

It ain’t seen blood on the streets I walk,

But it chant my pain loud, like the streets when they talk.

I’m the last of the scribes, every verse is a average day,

AI’s just the speaker, but the cut’s what I made,

So when the world press play, better know the truth —

It’s my motherfuckin’ life, not the code in the booth.

I write this shit, AI blast that shit,

Blood in my pen, machine can’t match it,

It’s my world, my fight, my grind, my spit,

AI just the voice — I’m the one who lived it.

I write the lines, it just echo my breath,

Spit my curses out loud, while I’m dodging death,

From the block to the byte, from the street to the stage,

I’m the author of the fire, it just lettin’ out rage.

I’m the pain, it’s the sound, we divide, then collide,

I’m the truth in the script, it just openin’ wide,

Yeah the bot spit the heat, but the heat is mine,

Without me, it’s mute — I’m the fuckin’ design.

So don’t cheer for the wires, cheer the blood in the pen,

I’m the curse, I’m the voice, I’m the start and the end,

AI just the echo, I’m the street, I’m the breath,

I write it, it spit it — real life ’til death.