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CLAY FEET "rap rock" (créé avec Suno AI) Paroles : [I] (Heh...) You thought I was gone? You thought... you thought you finished this? No... I'm just... checking my notes. Making sure the ink is dry on your... eulogy. This ain't a comeback. This is the casket closing. Listen close. ​[V1] I crawl from the silt, I walk on the guilt you built. Your whole legacy? A flimsy house of stilts. You wear the crown, but the gold is just gilt. I see the panic, the porcelain you spilt. You’re a parody, a manufactured tragedy. A budget-version puppet of your majesty. Flashin' the cash, but you got no capacity. You’re a footnote, I'm the academic faculty. You talk about the gutter? You never left the suburbs. Your hardest hits were arguments you had with your mother. She bought your first mic, she still covers your suppers. You ain't a wolf, you're just a puppy she smothers. (Pathetic). This ain't a battle, this is pest control. I’m the cold in the ground takin' back your soul. Every word I spit is just another toll. Watching you crumble, that's my only goal. ​[C] This ain't a song, this is the concrete. This ain't a flow, this is the winding sheet. You got the money, but you're incomplete. You got the image, but you got clay feet. (Clay feet) This ain't respect, this is the final rites. This is the darkness puttin' out your lights. You climbed the ladder to impossible heights... Now you just fall. Good night. ​[V2] You sold 'em a story that you wrote in crayon. A fabricated demon, a plastic messiah you prey on. But the lights go off, and the makeup smears... You’re just a little boy confronting all his fears. You rent the muscle, you lease the aggression. Your "studio" is just a therapy session. I heard your last track, a pathetic confession. You're begging for approval, that's my main impression. A commercial machine, a commodity. You follow the market, I follow the prophecy. You're built on convenience, I'm built on atrocity. A sterile environment, zero velocity. (Oh, so tough). Your threats are just whispers in a vacuum, kid. I know the weakness that your ego hid. I’m the dirt they're gonna pile on your coffin lid. You regret everything you ever did. ​[C] This ain't a song, this is the concrete. This ain't a flow, this is the winding sheet. You got the money, but you're incomplete. You got the image, but you got clay feet. (Clay feet) This ain't respect, this is the final rites. This is the darkness puttin' out your lights. You climbed the ladder to impossible heights... Now you just fall. Good night. ​[B] Remember that night? When you begged them to stop? Remember the call you made... to your mom? (Heh). I remember. I remember the look. The world sees the king... I just see the shook. You're a photograph. You're a ghost in a shell. Welcome... to your personal hell. ​[V3] This is the epilogue, the closing credits. Your five-star reviews? I already shred 'em. Your name in the lights? I'm the one who edits. You're deep in the red, I control the debits. I am the grave-chill, the morgue attendant. You're the spoiled child, loud and defendant. I’m the foundation, you're the cheap pendant. Your relevance is over, this is the descendant. It's not about the charts, it's not about the noise. It's about the silence when I break your toys. It's the psychological warfare I deploy. The hollow-point difference between men and boys. So polish the trophies, hang the plaques on the wall. It won't change the fact that you're destined to fall. This is the echo, the final curtain call. I'm the abyss, and I'm answering the call. ​[C] This ain't a song, this is the concrete. This ain't a flow, this is the winding sheet. You got the money, but you're incomplete. You got the image, but you got clay feet. (Clay feet) This ain't respect, this is the final rites. This is the darkness puttin' out your lights. You climbed the ladder to impossible heights... Now you just fall. Good night. Yeah... This ain't a song, this is the concrete. This ain't a flow, this is the winding sheet. #EnglishRap #RapAnglais #Rap #HipHop #AIMusic #MusiqueIA #SunoAI

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