🎙️ Instrumental and vocals generated with Suno AI.
    ✍️ Lyrics written by Dr Mester. Protected under U.S. Copyright laws.
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"Clear Skies (The Reckoning)"
Genre: Reggae-rap with West Coast swagger
BPM: 90–100
Mood: Smooth knives in velvet pockets
WHAT THIS IS:
✅ A hypocrite’s autopsy set to smoked-out grooves
✅ Lyrical warfare draped in melodic basslines
✅ For creators who move while haters annotate
✅ No trap clichés — just live-band funk meets AI-age truth
WHAT THIS ISN’T:
❌ Another “look how rich I am” flex
❌ Mumble rap or TikTok bait
❌ AI worship — it’s about using tools, not losing soul
❌ For people who think “viral” means “good”


Clear Skies (The Reckoning)
[Intro]
(Texted your ghostwriter while talkin' trash...)
(Funny how the loudest critics... never check their drafts...)
[Hook]
Talkin' down, but you're watchin' me rise
Your shade can't hide from these algorithm skies
(Mm, ironic... Stay pressed...)
[Chorus]
You mock the wave but still wade in the shallow
Afraid to admit you borrowed your shadow
Style ain't taught - it's the answer they lack
So they paint their fear as a creative tax
(Autograph this L... 404 flair...)
[Verse 1]
Here's the blueprint of a hater's confession
Calls it cheating when he fails at expression
Wants my flow, but his hands stay stiff
Can't sign his work - so he forges a diss
Funny how the emptiest takes sound the same
Like a parrot in a museum, yelling at frames
(Still life... Frame that... Right click, save as...)
[Chorus]
You mock the wave but still wade in the shallow
Afraid to admit you borrowed your shadow
Style ain't taught - it's the answer they lack
So they paint their fear as a creative tax
(Gallery closed... Exit stage ego...)
[Verse 2]
Style's the answer - ask the page
Hemingway exited the coward's cage
You? You edit life, then claim it's fake
I live the lines you hesitate to make
Your voice? A footnote. Mine? The whole book
Keep debating fonts - I'm the hook, the look, the crook
(that stole the show while you took notes)
(Ghostwriter's remorse... Check the receipt...)
[Bridge]
You ran the lyrics through a bot
Just to see if you were caught -
Congrats, the code don't lie
Now ask yourself who's terrified
(Diagnosis: envy... Prescription: create...)
[Chorus]
You mock the wave but still wade in the shallow
Afraid to admit you borrowed your shadow
Style ain't taught - it's the answer they lack
So they paint their fear as a creative tax
(Signature required...)
[Outro]
So what's louder - the hand that steers
Or the mouth that just echoes and fears?
(You didn't lose the path... you refused to map it...)

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