Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They mumble through the static, I cut through like a blade
Auto-tune crutches, I’m Olympic-grade
Spit facts, no gimmicks, this the real parade
Every bar a bullet, their careers get sprayed
Fast-spoken rap—I'm a verbal Gatling gun
Lyrical tornado, leave 'em spun and done
Bitches flockin’ daily, they want a piece of the crown
But I’m married to the mic, I can’t let her down
[Chorus]
I’m the best alive, they just play pretend
Kings don’t kneel, peasants can’t contend
No pitch correction, just the pen I bend
I’m the alpha, omega, start to end
[Verse 2]
They autotune their heartbreak, I just break beats
Cooking up the truth, chef kiss, no cheats
Got the kind of flow that could drown these streets
They gas themselves up, I siphon their feats
My rhymes rawer than sushi, sharper than a knife
They talk tough, but I slice through their life
Bitches hit my line, "Can we vibe tonight?"
But I’m building empires, no time for a wife
[Pre-Chorus]
Bars heavy like bricks, stacking up the gold
They auto-tune dreams, I’m the truth they sold
Got receipts for my reign, I don’t fold
Style
aggressiveraphard-hitting808-heavymale vocals
Prompt
Rap song about being the best rapper alive make fun of the auto tune jokers who think they can rap. Have some fast spoken rap in the song. spit facts talk about all the bitches that want my dick.
Credits
Prompt by
zephyr_tv
zephyr_tvGeneratedNov 18, 2025
ModelAria v5
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