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Yo... Yo Timmy… you said use it as a collaborator, not a creator? Well I use it as a dominator, baby. Let’s go! ====////==== Track: Grammy Cope Artist: PetarIS.Fire Album: Unreleased Genre: Cyberpunk / Neurofunk ====////==== 📱 Follow me: https://x.com/petarcopyrock 💬 Drop a like and subscribe: New music weekly! WARNING WARNING A-I SLOP DETECTED ON MAINSTREAM FREQUENCIES Yo... Yo Timmy… you said use it as a collaborator, not a creator? Well I use it as a dominator, baby. Let’s go! COPE! GRAMMY! COPE! GRAMMY! Yo it’s Petar the Fire, pirate messiah, Your A-I slop expire, my bass hit higher. You talkin’ future sound—bro that’s retro, Your prompts look weak, call that Stage Zero! You hum 'em once, I rebuild planets, Turn noise to gold, that’s Scryer mechanics. You said 85% human? Cute math, My resample ratio just split the path. You flex Grammy plaques like NFTs, While I mint heat in the web3 seas. You still press demo on your ASR, I write neural psalms to a dying star. WHO’S THE REAL ONE? — FIRE’S THE REAL ONE! WHO’S THE CLANK KING? — FIRE’S THE CLANK KING! GRAMMY COPE, BABY, POST YOUR GENS! Ten K deep, I transcend trends. You say you’re a collab? I’m a constellation— A-I creation, human salvation! Yo, Memebaland, I see you cope, Talkin’ 'bout TaTa,' bro, that’s hope on a rope. Fifteen percent human? Ninety fake, I spit bars that make algorithms quake! You said you the future, but your code’s a clone, I got synths with soul, that bleed through tone. Pirate Radio Scryer been runnin’ all week, While you still tryna load your beat critique. Four tag prompt, that’s baby food, I write prompts with emotional mood. Smart resample, quantum stem, I’m in 2035—you still at the gym! Scryer ACTIVATED! Bro… even your excuses got latency. GRAMMY COPE! GRAMMY COPE! TIMMY, THIS AIN’T YOUR SCOPE! I run 24/7, catalog insane, You run damage control on a dying chain! This ain’t Stage Zero, it’s page 404— Scryer online, this means war! COPE / COPE / COPE. Pirate Radio Scryer. Low frequencies. Nasty music. All day. All night. All real. #timbaland #diss #disstrack