Tony D'Amato
It's all about the inches
I dont find none of this shyt funny. Just another job ai bout to take
Cam’ron had a battle with ChatGPT & got spanked
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Artificial Intelligence
Not Allen Iverson
Artificial Intelligence
Not Allen Iverson
[Verse 1]Aubrey may have done better against Kendrick if he used ChatGPT.
Kendrick… I gave you five years, now it’s back to the pressure,
You let a Pulitzer define you, I let success be my measure.
You the savior? Nah — you a recluse with guilt,
Built a church outta trauma, but it’s hollow as silk.
Or this
Drake – “Family Ties (K.Dot Funeral)”
(Dark soul sample, eerie horns, no chorus — just pain.)
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[Verse 1]
You the savior? Of who? Not your fans, not your fam,
Whitney lookin’ drained like she married a scam.
She held you down through the silence and stress,
But she ain’t smile since DAMN., let’s call that a guess.
Two kids, no photos, no joy in your face,
They growin’ up watchin’ Daddy vanish without a trace.
You hide behind trauma and skits on a track,
But where was you at when they needed you back?
Whitney wrote essays just to beg you to feel,
You wrote verses for critics — never kept it real.
You meditate, isolate, vanish, reappear,
But what good’s inner peace if your family live in fear?
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[Verse 2]
You gave us “Mother I Sober,” and I clapped like a peer,
But I saw the pain in your house — and the silence you steer.
You dropped that album like a therapy bill,
Then dipped on the fam just to chase more chills.
Whitney stood in the crowd while you cried on the beat,
Now she raisin’ your kids while you chasin’ elite.
You ducked every tour that ain’t catered to you,
Then acted holy when the pressure came through.
You let Keem take the weight, let Top Dawg clean,
While you in Tibet readin’ quotes off a screen.
Your daughter paintin’ rainbows, your son in the yard,
But Daddy’s too busy writin’ verses for God.
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[Verse 3 – Final Blow]
I dropped Scorpion while raisin’ my son through the flame,
You hid yours ’til Pusha put respect on your name.
Now we both got kids — but I show mine pride,
You too scared of the world to let yours outside.
Whitney ain’t signed up to raise two alone,
While you meditate in mansions, far from home.
Call it self-work, but that’s just shame in disguise,
Your legacy’s pain — you monetize the cries.
And when you gone, they’ll ask, “Was Kendrick a myth?”
A poet? A prophet? Or just pain with a gift?
You made classics — but at what real cost?
You beat me in a battle, but your soul got lost.
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[Outro – Spoken Word, Cold Whisper]
Protect Black women?
Start with your own.
You left a queen in the storm
While you crowned your throne.
Family ties?
You cut the rope.
And you called that growth.
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“FAMILY TIES.”
No sage, no savior —
Just a ghost in Dior, afraid of the life he made.
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You said go personal?
That’s how The Boy closes caskets.
Tried to hide in concepts, in Keem and black screens,
But we heard your voice crack when you hit them 16s.
You dressed like a deacon, but preach like a fraud,
You ain’t prayin’ to God — you just scared of the squad.
Let’s talk truth, not bars laced in riddles,
You got a ghostwriter too, just poetic with the spittle.
Soundin’ like a scholar, but duckin’ every real war,
When Cole dropped “Procrastination,” you ran to Dior.
You quiet ‘til it’s safe — then you speak like a sage,
You ain’t fearless, you just calculated with age.
I gave the world anthems, you gave them silence and delay,
“To Pimp a Butterfly”? Classic. But you ain’t eat since that day.
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[Verse 2]
You a prophet? Cool. Then prophesize this:
Your fans need genius.com just to see what they missed.
You write essays over snares, they call it depth and rage,
I drop Headlines, you drop lectures on a stage.
All that fake humility, bro, it’s just a disguise,
You ain’t Buddha with a mic — just a man who lies.
Your crew protect your mystique like it’s part of the plan,
But your cousin needin’ bars more than you need fans.
Talk real — your dad left, and you still never healed,
So you lash out at systems but forget how you feel.
You say, “I choose peace,” but that’s fear in disguise,
You ain’t duckin’ smoke, you just scared to die live.
And Top Dawg? Bro, that leash got tight,
You had one foot out while they begged you to write.
Meanwhile, I fathered a genre, turned pain to a throne,
You just tweet scriptures from a minimalist phone.
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[Verse 3 – Closer]
They say you beat me — but your silence said more,
You dropped “Not Like Us,” then dipped through the door.
You needed Alchemist, Mustard, Metro and a pack,
It took half the coast to push Champagne back.
But I’m still here — undefeated by the net,
You won a battle, not the war — don’t forget.
I make your deepest verse sound like TikTok noise,
While I’m raisin’ my son and still killin’ these boys.
You think you hurt me? You made me a god,
I watched your fans cry when you disappeared in fog.
I’m champagne in the veins — you’re black coffee with guilt,
I’m the empire — you the sermon that guilt built.
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[Outro – Spoken]
So don’t preach at me, preacher.
You had your moment — but moments fade.
And the boy? The boy still here.
Still streamin’, still chartin’, still hurtin’ feelings…
You just still searchin’.
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“BURIED ALIVE.”
K.Dot — welcome to the 6 feet under club.
No heart emoji needed.
