

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You preach like a prophet from a swivel chair Screen glow halo, but nobody there Got a feed full of fear, call it “truth” you sell Trying to drag our minds in your private hell You call it “progress,” really it’s a cage in chrome Every thought pre-checked, factory-grown We bleed in real time, not in data streams Got scars on our hands, not in buried schemes [Chorus] We are proud to live and die as human beings (yeah) Heart still louder than your crooked little theories (hey!) You ain’t God, you just loud on a screen Keep your crown, we don’t bow to your machine We are proud to live and die as human beings Walk our own road, take our own beatings You ain’t God, you just loud on a screen Keep your crown, we don’t bow to your machine (nah) [Verse 2] You say you “know best” ‘cause you read one thread Same tired script that you copy-paste fed You talk about “saving” us from who we are But you scared of a face that still holds its scars We laugh, we lose, we love, we break That mess is the meaning you’re trying to fake You can worship your code like a golden calf We’ll be spilling our guts, crying, learning to laugh [Chorus] We are proud to live and die as human beings (say it) Heart still louder than your crooked little theories (yeah) You ain’t God, you just loud on a screen Keep your crown, we don’t bow to your machine We are proud to live and die as human beings Walk our own road, take our own beatings You ain’t God, you just loud on a screen Keep your crown, we don’t bow to your machine (woo)
Tags
rap, Hard-hitting boom-bap with gritty drums and warm bass, male vocals locked in a confident mid-tempo pocket. Verses stay tight and punchy with subtle vinyl crackle and chopped vocal stabs. Hook explodes with stacked gang shouts and crowd-response ad-libs. Final chorus adds octave-doubled lead, minimal reverb, and a short, raw outro chant for live energy.
1:59
No
1/22/2026