Machines & Bars Lyrics

So you let AI spit the verse? Nah

Claimin' it's sick, it's a digital hearse, huh

All these 1's and 0's, but I spit the truth

Tell me what's a machine to the heart in the booth

No chip in my brain, no code on my tongue

Every bar I lay down like the west coast sun

They say AI's the future, but it don't got the feel

Tryna clone my flow? But the soul ain't real

I'm the authentic, no need to replicate

Every word I'm spittin', a human trait

Listen to the beat, drum-kicked desire

Put my life in verses, not some digital fire

AI's got syntax – but listen to my rhythm

Can it walk my streets or feel the life I've been livin'?

I weave through the struggle, past, memory and scar

Tell me can algorithms roll down boulevard?

Every verse a chapter, every line more than data

This flesh and blood's the artist, not some cold animator

I spit legacy, past generations' voice

AI's tryna catch up, but it ain't got the choice

Echoes in the silence, beneath the city lights

Voices rise together, as our spirits take flight

Harmonies entwine, like the whispered dreams we've spun

A chorus of unity, where humanity is one

We're the heart, we're the soul, we're the story untold

Singing out, lifting high, in our hands the world we hold

So you think machines can drop bars? Please bro

Emotion and streets, things AI can't decode

You talk about beats made in cold, sterile labs?

But where's the pain and the struggle, the life that I have?

AI got the grammar, but it can't live the slang

It might mimic the hammer, but can't feel the bang

Deep in the heart where the raw stories brew

You can't engineer that with a techy crew

Life's not binary, it's a complex beat

Humanity's symphony, can't be made obsolete

Artificial minds tryin' to spit what they can't conceive

But the streets I walk, the air I breathe, is the ink I bleed

Ain't no algorithm that can capture this vibe

This life, it's a hustle, a survivor's guide

My verses born from the concrete, not the silicon dreams

Stories etched in the blocks, not from digital schemes

They're grinding out code, tryna steal the throne

But they can't replicate the grit, the flesh and bone

Tryna synthesize the heartache, the laughter and tears

But I've lived through the chapters, through the triumphs and fears

We're the heart, we're the soul, we're the story untold

Singing out, lifting high, in our hands the world we hold