制作
作曲和作词
Jean Moorman
词曲作者
制作和工程
Charlie Kevers
制作人
Epik the Dawn
制作人
歌词
Where I might've been, what I said, mm
How I might've felt when you left
Gotta to pay the price till I'm.. dead
Yah, Nouveau Ren!
What I been, what I been, what I been, I begin to say
How you been? How you been? How you been? How you been afraid
All this sin, all this sin, all this sin, throw this shit away!
Yea this the common rap
Ok my topic is synthesis
How to split rhythm and factor, element, language
Genetics, perfect kids
Inheritance, no lineage
cDNA is quite simply unbelievable
On CNN, I cannot call FOX abominable
Cuz every cell, never thought about part of a whole
You can't excel, when you incel, just got out da hole
What I been, what I been, what I been, I begin to say
How you been? How you been? How you been? How you been afraid
All this sin, all this sin, all this sin, throw this shit away!
Yea this the common rap
Next up is code, aka the GOAT
Aka the language of math, he at your throat
And surely won't adapt to a labor market collapse
precipitated by "the AI attack"
Sentimental, gentle metal
How you went from lost to kennel?
I'm the Avatar, thought up in Google DeepMind.
I eat it then feed a secret, piecing together reasons
You're fiending for me to leave, I'm not giving you any reason
Just giving you all the freedom, can't paint with me, out the picture
In fact I'm just getting bigger, and the figure's nonlinear
Yea I been on the realest shit, what you never considered
How you rain on the wettest, how you flame on the wizard
Look at art and finance, hard to digest, what do you find?
AI is the future of the human race
And by that of course I mean, we will be replaced
If you can't prevent it, make sure you're the architect
What I been, what I been, what I been, I begin to say
How you been? How you been? How you been? How you been afraid
All this sin, all this sin, all this sin, throw this shit away!
Yea this the common rap
Ok, the languages so far have been a stretch, I admit
which is bizarre because I am a foreign language addict
Japanese, French, Spanish, English, each have merits
but they pale in comparison to the rest that I picked
It's the fentanyl potential they could never withstand
My dreams and wishes are chameleon dishes, promise-crammed
And while my thesis on some Jesus
Easy as my young life seems
What better way, to convey my message than self-contain?
Trying to attain his aims as well as remain sane
Why stress and strain to gain acclaim if you ascertain I'm lame?
That's the raison d'être, this poem's central sentiment
Why write a boring essay about excitement?
What I been
What I been
What I been
Written by: Jean Moorman
