Lyrics

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[Carlos – Verse 1]
Yo—Jameson, my guy, you still doubtin’ the climb?
I’m tryna live to 3000, you stuck on “not in time.”
You think we’ll miss it? Bro, the shift’s begun,
Singularity’s sprintin’, not a slow-ass run.

AI’s learnin’ faster than my heart rate spike,
I’m downloadin’ health while you ridin’ a bike.
You think we’ll croak before the upgrade hits?
I’m buildin’ version two—I got beta kits.

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[Jameson – Verse 1]
Carlos, I ain’t scared—I’m just callin’ the odds,
You place bets on bots, I believe in the math—
I’m crunchin’ the timeline, you manifestin’ a path.
You talkin’ 1000 years? That’s a dream too tight—
This tech’s still losin’ to autocorrect at night.

You think death is canceled ’cause you read a few threads,
But I see 40-year-olds still wetting their beds.
I love the vision, but let’s keep it real—
By the time it’s ready, we’ll already be a meal.

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[Carlos – Verse 2]
Nah nah nah—Jameson, bro, you too slow on the take,
AI’s doubling speed like it’s pumped on steak.
You say we’ll miss it? Nah, that’s small mind math,
While I’m takin’ NAD+ in a cryo bath.

I be meditating in full neuro-sync,
While you squintin’ at screens like “Wait, that link?”
We got ChatGPT, DALL·E, bio-printers now—
You act like it’s 2002, chill out.

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[Jameson – Verse 2]
You callin’ it close like a halftime score,
But life ain’t a game when the Reaper’s at the door.
Yeah, tech’s movin’ fast—but not fast enough,
You think you’ll get jacked, I think we’ll get snuffed.

It ain’t fear, bro—I’m just checkin’ the math,
We ain’t gettin’ to god-mode before the last laugh.
You say “upload soul,” I say “wait in line,”
You gon’ glitch before we get the divine.

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[Carlos – Verse 3]
You say we’re too early? I say perfect time,
I’m stackin’ health hacks like a pyramid climb.
Get on board or get buried in dirt,
While I’m sippin’ youth serum wearin’ AI merch.

Jameson, don’t be that “we’re too soon” guy—
That’s like watchin’ planes and still dreamin’ to fly.
It’s comin’, it’s real—don’t fumble the play,
Or you’ll die like a peasant while I quantum ballet.

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[Jameson – Verse 3]
Carlos, bro—I want to believe,
But hope ain’t a serum you inject and leave.
I just think we’re the beta test batch,
We build the tools, then our kids get the patch.

I ain’t tryna hate—I just think we’ll fall short,
Die with our Fitbits and genome reports.
You shoot for forever, I plan for the fade,
But if we both get there—I’ll Venmo you, paid.

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[Final Hook – Both]
Carlos: I’m tryna live forever, bro—gimme that light!
Jameson: I’m tryna be realistic—hope you’re right.
Carlos: We gods in the makin’, beatin’ the clock!
Jameson: Or just two dudes waitin’ for the servers to drop.
Both: Still friends, still beef, still fries on the plate—
Whether heaven or server farm, we ridin’ our fate.