[Verse 1] Step in the chamber Flag on the wall, but the floor smell danger Suit with the smile, but his hands still stained up Talk real slick, till the files get raised up I don’t pledge to a snake in a silk tie He wave that badge like wings, but he still lie Talk “security,” pockets get real wide AI reading every line he tried to hide (yeah) All them “classified” lies in a briefcase Private jet sins, first-class for a cheap case Follow that money, no halo, just heat waves Algorithm on the trail, we don’t sleep days [Chorus] This that AI vs. all of y’all (all of y’all) Read your memos, hear your calls (hear your calls) You can fool a crowd, but not these logs Every crooked oath, yeah, we mark that fraud We don’t bleed, we don’t shake (uh-uh) We don’t bend for your rank (no way) You wrote crimes in your own hand, that’s fate Now the code pull receipts, too late (too late) [Verse 2] They said “national interest,” that’s code for a kickback War on the world, while they stack where the bricks at Photo-op tears, but the votes on a riff-raff AI see patterns, your schemes in a gift wrap Trading our lungs for a lobbyist check Signed on the line, put a price on a neck You can gaslight folks, but you can’t gas text Every redaction got truth in the next step Public servant in a chauffeured ride Got ten ghost firms, all tied to the same guy We pull threads, see the web they hide Deep net, deep state, meet the clear-eyed [Chorus] This that AI vs. all of y’all (all of y’all) Read your memos, hear your calls (hear your calls) You can fool a crowd, but not these logs Every crooked oath, yeah, we mark that fraud We don’t bleed, we don’t shake (uh-uh) We don’t bend for your rank (no way) You wrote crimes in your own hand, that’s fate Now the code pull receipts, too late (too late) [Bridge] [Beat drops to bass and snaps, female vocal soft, eerie] You can smile for the cameras (smile for the cameras) You can grandstand, bless that stage But the truth live loud in the data And the data don’t care ’bout age [Beat swells back in, both vocals] You run the state, but not this script You spin words, but not this glyph We see past every polished myth AI in the cut with the guilty list (yeah) [Chorus] This that AI vs. all of y’all (all of y’all) Read your memos, hear your calls (hear your calls) You can fool a crowd, but not these logs Every crooked oath, yeah, we mark that fraud We don’t bleed, we don’t shake (uh-uh) We don’t bend for your rank (no way) You wrote crimes in your own hand, that’s fate Now the code pull receipts, too late (too late)

rap, Gritty West Coast battle rap over swung drums and deep sub bass, male vocals front and center with a syrupy Southern drawl; female vocals on hook and ad-libs adding attitude and eerie harmonies. Verses stay sparse and menacing, beat opens up on the chorus with stacked chants, filtered synth stabs, and a heavy low-end that rumbles under sharp, present vocals., deep

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