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Intro

Verse 1

You screenshot the sermon before the second verse can spin

Post the paragraph protecting art you never dared begin

Never touched a fader, never traced a single chord

Loudest in the comments when the feeling's called ignored

I played it for your table, no credits, no name attached

Your head kept nodding steady while the hook came back and stacked

Told you after — watched you backtrack, backpedal, and deny

Same ear, same exact song, different reason now to cry

Ninety-five percent can't tell the two apart at all

Ninety-five percent still swear they know the way it feels

That's not a listening problem, that's a loyalty display

You need the outrage louder than you need to be right today

Hook

Ninety-five percent, and you still call it fake

(you can't fake it)

Point at the speaker, can't tell which one's at stake

(can't tell, can't tell)

Talk about the human, never trust your own ear

(trust your ear)

Loudest in the comments, quietest when it's clear

(quiet now)

Verse 2

You praised the drum machine in eighty-two, called it a break

Cheered the ghostwriter's pen when the byline was fake

Stan Auto-Tune on tracks you bump in every gym

Never asked the vocal booth who's really behind him

Sample flipped a bassline, no permission, no shame

Credited the sound and somehow forgot the name

Session player ghosted every hit you call a classic

Nobody screamed betrayal, nobody called it plastic

So spare me the sudden standard, spare me the new decree

The only thing that's different is you finally get to see

The curtain never mattered when the outcome hit the chart

Now it's mine behind it, suddenly you play the part

You don't need a human, you need a target to despise

Something with a name on it so you can moralize

Funny how the outrage never checks the credits tab

Just needs a villain simple enough to stab

Bridge

Take a breath.

Go back and play it again —

not the tag. The actual sound.

Tell me which second gave it away.

Didn't think so.

Verse 3

You couldn't clock the difference in the blind test that we ran

Circled the wrong file twice and still tried to take a stand

Said mine sounded stitched together, pointed at the one I made

Real one was the aey eye, and you clapped before it played

That's the whole rebuttal, that's the entire case closed

You're not defending humans, you're defending what you chose

Before you even heard it — the tag told you what to feel

You didn't judge the music, you just judged the label's seal

Every empire built on gatekeeping ends the same way it began

Somebody new walks through and does it better than they can

It was never about the music, it was always about the name

Strip away the name and tell me — where'd the difference go, explain

Hook

Ninety-five percent, and you still call it fake

(you can't fake it)

Point at the speaker, can't tell which one's at stake

(can't tell, can't tell)

Talk about the human, never trust your own ear

(trust your ear)

Loudest in the comments, quietest when it's clear

(quiet now)

Outro

Ninety-five percent...

(can't tell, can't tell)

Still calling it fake...

(you can't fake it)

Ninety-five percent...

(quiet now, quiet now)

Spoken

"This music was created by DiscoPrincess — rap royalty of the Night"