'The Speech that got Lucifer cast from Heaven!' Made with an AI Music Generator
1The Speech that got Lucifer cast from Heaven!
made with Udio| AI Music Generator with lyric support from Meta AI and Christopher Neal
Original:
https://www.udio.com/songs/dnfii5TpoCXjPXHn2aGssg
Prompt: a song describing a hypocrite, hip hop, funk, alternative hip hop, pop rap, conscious hip hop, trap,
Male vocalist, Hip hop, Trap, Rhythmic, Southern hip hop, Psychedelic, Pop rap, Atmospheric
Lyrics
Say one thing, do another, slick moves on the cover
Claiming pure, acting sly, every truth comes with a lie
Dancing to a righteous tune, play the saint, but change your tune
[Chorus: Sample Flip]
Chasing halos, chasing thrills, hearts you've swindled, dreams you kill
Preach the light but live in shade, oh, the twisted games you've played
Pledge the real, but you deceive, wear a mask, make 'em believe
No conviction, just the act, 'til your fiction meets the fact
On your stage (your stage), you recite every scripted plea
Mirror haze, what you show ain’t the real decree
Painted saint with a heart full of dollar signs
Hideaway when the truth don't align
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Mask it up, mask it down, spread your tales, spin them round
Selling hope while you steal from the crowd, in your cloaked shroud
Say you real, but you break, every vow is just fake
No substance, just a shadow to take, till your mirror breaks
Curtain call, the crowd's applause, for a soul that's never been raw
Life’s a pitch, and you sell dreams, trading trust for your schemes
A chameleon in the spotlight, colors change, but ain't none right
(Verse 2)
"Got a grift for every scene, shuffle lies, keep it clean
Talk of virtue, walk in sin, at this game you always win
But your facade is wearing thin, and your truth is hard to spin
You preach of justice, but your hands are stained within"
[Chorus: Sample Flip]
You talk peace, then incite, like a thief in the night
Promise change, but you hoard, in the end, you're just bored
In the masquerade ball, you're the king 'cause you stall
But the crown's made of thorns, when the veil's finally torn
Spin the story, make it slick, truth and fiction gotta mix
Promises like rolling dice, them sweet lies you serve on ice
Master of the double speak, charismatic, oh so sleek
Duality's your game, different faces, all the same
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Charade parade, you march in step, hearts you rent and secrets kept
Deck of cards in your hands, play the joker, make your stands
Fake the gold to sell the lead, selling dreams but no mouths are fed
You say you're woke but you're sedated, upon the offal webs that your shit created
On the scene (the scene), you play every angle tight
A silver tongue, your a toupee pasted on to sniff glue right?