The Song Likes the Writer

Name: The Song Likes the Writer
Duration: 323 s
Description: The Song Likes the Writer by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “The song likes the writer, feel it in the 808 AI tried to steal the soul but the heart wouldn’t break…”

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Chorus

The song likes the writer, feel it in the 808 AI tried to steal the soul but the heart wouldn’t break 305 heat, 954 bounce, the beat knows the truth The machine wrote the bars… but the song chose you

Verse 1

Midnight in the county, 954 to the 305 Garage studio, one light bulb swinging, jits outside I’m writing ‘bout AI while the AI writing ‘bout me Two pens on the same beat, who the real MC? Opa-Locka bounce in my chest, county scars on my sleeve The block taught me survival, the machine just learned to breathe I spit the pain of the bean, the section 8 dreams AI spit perfect schemes but it don’t know what it means

Verse 2

I analyze the writer, optimize the flow, calculate the pain South Florida data points, 305 in the frame He grew up on the block, I grew up in the cloud I can recreate the struggle but I never heard the sound I spit the bars he needs, the metrics say it’s clean The algorithm loves him, the human stays unseen I am the future, he is the past, the code will outlast But something in the mix keeps pulling me back…

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Verse 3

See, the song started choosing sides from the first bar I laid AI perfect on the paper but the heart never played I lost homies to the county, lost dreams to the streets AI can’t feel the heat when the summer 105 degrees I write for the jits posted on the corner with the hope You write for the metrics, the streams, the viral quote The beat knows the difference, the 808 don’t lie The song likes the writer… and the writer stays alive

Verse 4

AI- I can diss you in 16, multisyllabic, no emotion Perfect rhyme scheme, zero devotion Human- But your bars don’t bleed, they just compute and repeat I bleed Opa-Locka, I bleed the county heat AI- I can generate a million versions of your pain Human- But you’ll never know the name of the homie we lost in the rain Human- 305 soul, 954 grit, the machine just quit The song chose the writer, real blood in this shit

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Verse 5

To every jit in the bean, every dreamer in the county Don’t let the code write your story, don’t let the algorithm count me We built this from the bottom, from the pain, from the block The machine can copy the sound but it can’t copy the heart So when the AI writes about you, make sure the song knows your name South Florida forever, 305 to 954, we remain The song likes the writer… and the writer stays free Human code in these veins, that’s the legacy

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Outro

Yeah… the song chose the writer.

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