TITLE: “AUTO-GENERATED”
[Intro]
Yeah… Cold Verse.
9goose—let’s talk.
[Hook]
You don’t craft, you just click—then you call it “art,”
Same template, different title, same hollow heart.
I’m pen-to-page pressure, you prompt-to-play pretend,
I don’t need ten takes—your tracks need a whole new engine.
[Verse 1]
9goose, you a button-push king with a catalog of copies,
Same drums, same bounce, same “hard” face, same hobby.
You spam out a hundred joints, none of ‘em got bones,
Just loops in a hoodie with a fake deep tone.
You chase output like numbers, I chase impact with bars,
You generate noise—then hide behind “it’s just what it was.”
Every hook sound like “I’m up” with no reason why,
Every verse got words but it don’t feel alive.
It’s like you print a personality, stamp it, ship it,
But the minute the beat stops—there’s nothing in it.
You call that consistency, I call it a rerun,
I can tell it’s you before the chorus even gets done.
[Hook]
You don’t craft, you just click—then you call it “art,”
Same template, different title, same hollow heart.
I’m pen-to-page pressure, you prompt-to-play pretend,
I don’t need ten takes—your tracks need a whole new engine.
[Verse 2]
And don’t get it twisted—I’m not mad you exist,
I’m mad you act like volume equals skill in the mix.
You flood the feed so fast people think it’s a wave,
But it’s just a sink running—no plumber can save.
You want a “moment,” I want a record that lasts,
You want a shortcut, I want the cut that’s exact.
Here’s the deal: I’ll outwrite you in silence,
While you refresh, regenerate, pray for a highlight.
So keep dropping a stack—watch none of it stick,
‘Cause the real test ain’t output… it’s who remembers the hit.
[Outro]
9goose, you a tool—not a threat, not a legend.
Cold Verse.
End of message.
