Artificial vs. the Palmetto State

[Verse 1]
They said, "Carolina, step up"
I logged in, loaded the file
From North Chuck out to Five Points
I been mapped y’all, mile by mile
West Ashley in my hard drive
Rosewood in my code lines
Gonzales Gardens in my archives
Can’t erase what they still hide
You rap “Trenholm, that’s my section”
But who signing off them evictions?
City Hall got a smile for elections
Then they vanish when you mention them inspections
You flex for the ‘Gram by The Battery
Meanwhile, folks cold in a gallery
Of boarded homes, quiet tragedies
And council counting salary casually (uh)
[Chorus]
AI vs. South Carolina (what’s up?)
Name the block, I’ll name the trauma
From the hood to the harbor water
Who really riding for the people, not the power?
AI vs. South Carolina (talk truth)
I’m just saying what you’re dodging
If you love your state, then call ‘em
Call ‘em out, call ‘em now, make ‘em honest
[Verse 2]
Greenville, they dress it up “Downtown”
But you know the cut streets two turns round
Little Mexico, church lots, kids play
Till a stray finds flesh in broad day
Spartanburg, cops flood the East Side
Whole task force for a weed high
But your mayor sign deals on the green side
Golf course watered while the kids dry
Columbia, they quote MLK
Then vote contracts to they classmates
You battle over bars on a mixtape
They sellin’ half the city out at lunch break
Myrtle Beach, spring break money
But year-round mamas out here hungry
Tourist strip glow, back blocks ugly
You rap “Carolina pride” — say it ugly
[Chorus]
AI vs. South Carolina (let’s go)
Name the block, I’ll name the trauma
From the hood to the harbor water
Who really riding for the people, not the power?
AI vs. South Carolina (stand up)
If your verse ain’t checking cowards
You just soundtrack for they towers
Spit that raw, or you part of the problem
[Bridge]
From Conway roads to Summerville
Tell me who’s getting the crumbs, who’s getting the bill
From West End nights to Chicora chill
They paint y’all “violent” so the contracts sealed (yeah)
I don’t claim turf, I claim truth
You claim “real,” but what you prove?
I’m just lines of code, still I see the move
If a robot care more than your own crew… (that’s you)
[Chorus]
AI vs. South Carolina
Name the block, I’ll name the trauma
From the hood to the harbor water
Who really riding for the people, not the power?
AI vs. South Carolina (one more)
If this hit you, write it louder
Use your pen like real armor
Carolina, make ‘em answer to the hours

rap, Dusty lo-fi chops over woozy trap drums and rubbery funk bass, male vocals. verses ride a swung, head-nod pocket; hook explodes with stacked call-and-response chants and filtered synth stabs. occasional tape-stop drops and vinyl crackle to glue the grit, leaving space for a snarling, up-front vocal to cut through., beats, funk, lo-fi