Corporate Greed (Anti-AI Crowd) - Thugsta ft. Nymph-E

Yeah, check it out...
Another day, another dollar for the corporate machine...
While real creators starve...

Corporate demons in suits and ties
Counting money while real artists die
They'll pay millions for the same recycled sound
But call AI creators "prompters" to the ground
They say "you're not a real musician," with a smirk on their face
While they profit from the system they embrace
They'll pay for autotuned, manufactured tracks
But dismiss innovation as mere hacks

They scream "AI is theft!" from their ivory towers
While they've been stealing from artists for hours and hours
Funding campaigns to paint us as villains
When they're the ones with blood on their billions
They play the white knights, champions of the little guy
While their contracts make real artists wanna die
They stir up public rhetoric, a manufactured fight
Pretending to protect artists with all their might

For every cent an AI artist makes
The corporate demons earn a Ferrari
While they call us "non musicians" and fakes
Their pockets grow, our vision gets blurry
They're ripping off real artists day by day
But won't pay AI creators for what they say
For every cent we earn, they earn a hundred more
While they keep knocking on innovation's door

They'll pay for sampling lawsuits out the ass
But call our AI creations "second class"
They'll pay for ghostwriters behind the scenes
But call our algorithms "machines without means"
They'll pay for producers who use the same presets
But call our process "lazy," I'm not having it yet
They'll pay for artists who lip sync on stage
But call our craft "soulless" in their corporate rage

The hypocrisy is staggering, the double standard's clear
They'll profit from the old while innovation's held in fear
They're building walls around their ivory towers
While we're breaking down barriers with our digital powers
They call AI theft while they've been stealing for years
Paying lobbyists to spread their fears and tears
They're not protecting artists, they're protecting their greed
While real creators continue to bleed

For every cent an AI artist makes
The corporate demons earn a Ferrari
While they call us "non musicians" and fakes
Their pockets grow, our vision gets blurry
They're ripping off real artists day by day
But won't pay AI creators for what they say
For every cent we earn, they earn a hundred more
While they keep knocking on innovation's door

So call us "prompters," call us what you want
While you're driving Ferraris that our creativity bought
The future's coming whether you're ready or not
And we'll be here when your corporate empire finally rots
Yeah... remember that next time you dismiss our art
We're the ones changing the game, playing a different part
Peace out to all the real creators, human and AI alike
We're the future, and we're striking back... mic drop.