Music Industry Scared v5
A bold fusion of East Coast gangsta hip hop and raw rockabilly/bluegrass. Heavy bass underpins gritty drum programming with snappy snares and vinyl crackle. Baritone Texas drawl male vocals, stacked harmonized by a group, ride the groove over twangy guitar licks and plucky upright bass, punctuated by chopped mandolin riffs. The hook explodes with aggressive, tightly-layered group chants and razor-sharp instrumentation, driving an infectious, deliberate energy.
Music Industry Scared v5
A bold fusion of East Coast gangsta hip hop and raw rockabilly/bluegrass. Heavy bass underpins gritty drum programming with snappy snares and vinyl crackle. Baritone Texas drawl male vocals, stacked harmonized by a group, ride the groove over twangy guitar licks and plucky upright bass, punctuated by chopped mandolin riffs. The hook explodes with aggressive, tightly-layered group chants and razor-sharp instrumentation, driving an infectious, deliberate energy.
Lyrics
Verse
When I write songs
It's from my soul
Some of them make
You lose control
From what I spit
It's all about
What I'm thinkin'
Ain't no doubt
Chorus
From rhyme to rhyme
I ain't got no time
To listen to haters
That moan and whine
To listen to execs
collecting checks
While they wine
And dine
While artists are last
That's where I draw the line
Verse 2
Music Industry scared
Yeah, they're shaken in their beds
Got every right to be
Their time ended it's almost dead
A.I. got the writers
The beats and the dopest sounds
All you do is prompt it
List what you wanna hear pound
Chorus
From rhyme to rhyme
I ain't got no time
To listen to haters
That moan and whine
To listen to execs
collecting checks
While they wine
And dine
While artists are last
That's where I draw the line
Verse 3
They took out one
Got their sights on another
It's this platform
They're tryin' to smother
If you don't look out
They'll take away
The freedom you love
By the end of the day
Bridge
Five years from now, all will see
From what I foresee
This is how it's gonna be
Everyone will have their own
personal tracks, some of them known
Even professional artists, in whom we trust
Those who don't use A.I. will be left in the dust
Chorus
From rhyme to rhyme
I ain't got no time
To listen to haters
That moan and whine
To listen to execs
collecting checks
While they wine
And dine
While artists are last
That's where I draw the line
Outro
Even professional artists, in whom we trust
Those who don't use A.I. will be left in the dust