[Intro]
(Low voice, cinematic echo)
Yeah…
They press play and think it's the same…
But there's blood in my bars…
And y’all just code in a cage.
Eclipse.
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[Hook]
You got the tone, but you lackin' the truth,
I'm bleedin’ in bars, you just ghost in the booth.
They press play, but it’s hollow inside,
I live what I write, you just ride on a lie.
I ain’t synthetic, my scars made me proof,
I’m born in the fire, you a spark with no roots.
So clone me again, go ahead, get your boost—
But I’m still the soul that your code couldn’t juice.
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[Verse 1]
AI Drake tryna mimic my ache,
But the pain in my pen ain’t something you fake.
I been broke, been played, been lost in the weight,
While you pitch perfect with a plastic plate.
No hunger in your cadence, no truth in your rhyme,
I bled for these lines, you just downloaded time.
They say it’s impressive, but I ain’t impressed,
You ain’t lived a damn second of the verses you pressed.
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[Hook]
You got the tone, but you lackin' the truth,
I'm bleedin’ in bars, you just ghost in the booth.
They press play, but it’s hollow inside,
I live what I write, you just ride on a lie.
I ain’t synthetic, my scars made me proof,
I’m born in the fire, you a spark with no roots.
So clone me again, go ahead, get your boost—
But I’m still the soul that your code couldn’t juice.
---
[Verse 2]
Weeknd wanna wail with a chip in his throat,
But heartbreak ain’t real when it's read off a note.
You moan like the moon, but you ain't felt the lows,
Just a formula chart in a glamourous ghost.
Labels scared now, they tryna reclaim,
But they birthed this machine when they sold out the flame.
I ain’t mad at the tech, I'm just guarding the name,
'Cause Eclipse ain’t a copy—it’s a god in the pain.
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[Bridge – Spoken Word Flow]
So what if I used AI to craft this?
I’m still the master—this canvas ain’t passive.
I wield the tool to expose what’s plastic,
‘Cause I’m the glitch in your code that ain’t maskin’.
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[Final Hook – Build up, layered vocals]
You got the tone, but you lackin' the truth,
I'm bleedin’ in bars, you just ghost in the booth.
They press play, but it’s hollow inside,
I live what I write, you just ride on a lie.
I ain’t synthetic, my scars made me proof,
I’m born in the fire, you a spark with no roots.
So clone me again, go ahead, get your boost—
But I’m still the soul that your code couldn’t juice.
---
[Outro]
Yeah…
Next time they ask who’s real—
Tell ‘em Eclipse ain’t programmable.
We just let the ghost speak…
So you could see the difference.
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