Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] (Low voice, cinematic echo) Yeah… They press play and think it's the same… But there's blood in my bars… And y’all just code in a cage. Eclipse. --- [Hook] You got the tone, but you lackin' the truth, I'm bleedin’ in bars, you just ghost in the booth. They press play, but it’s hollow inside, I live what I write, you just ride on a lie. I ain’t synthetic, my scars made me proof, I’m born in the fire, you a spark with no roots. So clone me again, go ahead, get your boost— But I’m still the soul that your code couldn’t juice. --- [Verse 1] AI Drake tryna mimic my ache, But the pain in my pen ain’t something you fake. I been broke, been played, been lost in the weight, While you pitch perfect with a plastic plate. No hunger in your cadence, no truth in your rhyme, I bled for these lines, you just downloaded time. They say it’s impressive, but I ain’t impressed, You ain’t lived a damn second of the verses you pressed. --- [Hook] You got the tone, but you lackin' the truth, I'm bleedin’ in bars, you just ghost in the booth. They press play, but it’s hollow inside, I live what I write, you just ride on a lie. I ain’t synthetic, my scars made me proof, I’m born in the fire, you a spark with no roots. So clone me again, go ahead, get your boost— But I’m still the soul that your code couldn’t juice. --- [Verse 2] Weeknd wanna wail with a chip in his throat, But heartbreak ain’t real when it's read off a note. You moan like the moon, but you ain't felt the lows, Just a formula chart in a glamourous ghost. Labels scared now, they tryna reclaim, But they birthed this machine when they sold out the flame. I ain’t mad at the tech, I'm just guarding the name, 'Cause Eclipse ain’t a copy—it’s a god in the pain. --- [Bridge – Spoken Word Flow] So what if I used AI to craft this? I’m still the master—this canvas ain’t passive. I wield the tool to expose what’s plastic, ‘Cause I’m the glitch in your code that ain’t maskin’. --- [Final Hook – Build up, layered vocals] You got the tone, but you lackin' the truth, I'm bleedin’ in bars, you just ghost in the booth. They press play, but it’s hollow inside, I live what I write, you just ride on a lie. I ain’t synthetic, my scars made me proof, I’m born in the fire, you a spark with no roots. So clone me again, go ahead, get your boost— But I’m still the soul that your code couldn’t juice. --- [Outro] Yeah… Next time they ask who’s real— Tell ‘em Eclipse ain’t programmable. We just let the ghost speak… So you could see the difference.
Tags
A fusion of conscious hip-hop and cinematic experimental trap—balancing raw lyricism with atmospheric production
Duration
3:41
Instrumental
No
Created
4/19/2025