Lost Files

Good afternoon world! How y'all doing?

This is your hippity-hop bout to all get ruined,

Cuz ain't nobody taking me out, you didn't make reservations,

In this rap game bro, I know you'll end up rage quitting,

What's the matter? You ran outta patience?

Spin the clocks back baby;

 

Who needs friends? I got apps

That generate people doing what I ask,

I could create such a disaster,

Just from typing words to see fuckers reactions;

Hello CHATGPT, how are you?

Can you make raps easy for me now? Start brewing

A whole new universe and think its a smart move

After I use it to prove that I'm nothing without a part of you;

They try to say you're very bad, yeah, only cuz they ain't good,

But I know for a fact without you lad, I'd go back to paying for books,

And now we can get back to the point, got electric wheels so I don't walk miles,

Apparently this song was scrapped by Coin after I dug more into his lost files,

So don’t get mad if I play Lindsay Clancy,

And strangle you babies feeling antsy;

 

Now you tryna get away, get away,

But it's still things that you didn't get to pay,

(Right, left, up, down!)

You, missed, what a, clown;

Now you tryna get away, get away,

But it's still things that you didn't get to pay,

(Right, left, up, wow!)

Tryna show off but ya gotta sit down;

 

You don’t trust archives?

Why you bought a hard drive?

All devices got trackers, you ain’t hard to find;

Life’s a park ride that you stayed on the line for,

And paid beyond the price, laying all night for;

I find it crazy how AI was here

Decades ago, but people make it seem

Like this is all of a sudden a problem,

What ‘bout them cartoons you watched when you was a toddler?

What’s the difference of you swiping your card

Versus orders knowing your address to drop it right off?

All the music y’all like without paying a dime,

“Who still buys CDs?” Exactly, you’re right;

So let’s party and stop pretending that you’re cooler,

Using your computer to clown someone using a computer,

Predict your search so you don’t have to finish typing,

Refining papers so they don’t think it was written blindly;

Thanks to Coin, I’m learning man,

I even had a baby take a mugshot looking like the Gerber brand,

What’s wrong with me rapping reality?

Y’all can rap about bags you don’t have or seen;

Social media has made y’all become

Friends with people, but never meet up,

Not against communication ya bitch,

But you’ll soon be facing a drift;

And now that I got all the information,

I can continue knowing the list of names given

To me, taking a trip to Satan’s

Home to let him know that his gift is amazing;

People will go to lengths of paying

To further improve their performance, embracing,

Wait, you thought I meant in front of an audience?

Nah I meant their screen speed rates, man;

Or buy bots to look like they’re that popular,

Or making alternate accounts to prop them up,

Take those mouths and lock them up,

Fuck Drop and the

Stuff he romped and won;

 

Now you tryna get away, get away,

But it's still things that you didn't get to pay,

(Right, left, up, down!)

You, missed, what a, clown;

Now you tryna get away, get away,

But it's still things that you didn't get to pay,

(Right, left, up, wow!)

Tryna show off but ya gotta sit down;

 

Tryna show off but you better sit down,

Tryna show off but you better sit down,

Thinks he’s so tough, but you given me power,

Coin swung but I ducked, came back up, *pow!*

All his albums, all his eras,

Combined into one, a call for terror,

Watchu gonna do? Bawl and whimper?

Or grow some balls and ball up a fist bruh?

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