Prompt #1 (Man Section)
Slow, heavy distorted punk guitar drones mixed with shoegaze fuzz bleed and dreamy post-rock melodies. Add alien electroacoustic textures - metallic echoes, glitchy resonances, and cosmic reverb tails inspired by Xenakis and Stockhausen. Occasional catchy melodic hooks emerge through the haze. Sci-fi mood: lost in space, gritty but beautiful, mysterious yet hopeful.

Prompt #2 (Add Intro)
feedback, glitch core, static, fuzz, distortions, ambient

Prompt #3 (Add Section)
crumbles and disintegrates into IDM glitch with ambient atmospheres and post-rock vibe

Prompt #4 (Add Outro)
CHAOS JAM!

AI Prompt Jam #1

Lyrics: 
Skin in the game…
Blood on the line…
No rail, no save…
Lose or you shine.
Skin in the game… skin in the game.
Night crawls. Neon drip.
City cold. Ice grip.
Fake talk. Side bets.
No scars? No creds.
You want win? Pay in.
No skin? You just thin.
Life hit hard, no plan.
Step wrong, get canned
Think fast, no repeat.
Heat close, feel that beat.
Truth costs. Pay that toll.
No stake? No soul.
Skin in the game…
Blood on the line…
No rail, no save…
Lose or you shine.
Skin in the game… skin in the game.
Wires hot. Smoke thick.
Boss move, streets flip.
Fake kings sit clean,
while you bleed in the scene.
No guard. No safe bet.
You fall? Nah - no net.
Real wins cut deep.
Real loss don't sleep.
Risk sharp like a blade,
Dark moves get made.
Step in, or stay lame.
No proof? No name.
Skin in the game…
Blood on the line…
No rail, no save…
Lose or you shine.
Skin in the game… skin in the game.
No safe side.
No fake guide.
Hit or fade.
Game or grave.
Skin… in… the… game.

Skin in the Game

Lyrics: 
Pavement shine slick from last night's rain
City lamp sway like it lost its brain
Mob move quiet, eyes cut through
News on the wall talk lies they knew (yeah)
Kids draw lines in the dust and fade
Old heads gaze, see how it's played
Smoke from the sewer twist like a vine
Whole block watch, but they all act blind
Lights don't sleep, they just stare back (oooo)
Corners hold ghosts you can't unpack
One wrong look, you lose your lane
Street don't care, it don't know your face
Cold step, can't slow, no peace
Each turn hold chains, no keys (yeah)
Play your role till the floor give way
The cracks spill truth when the mask decays (ahhh)
Dice hit curb, nobody say a word
Paper change hands, deals overheard (uhh)
Cops lean still, no blink, no sound
A laugh too loud spin the whole crowd round
A girl drop a coin, the tin can ring
A boy chew metal, don't feel a thing
Neon flicks and the faces split (ahhh)
Day turn night like it's counterfeit
Glow don't fade, it just stares back
Alleys hide ghosts you can't unpack
One wrong step, you're out the frame (yeah)
Trap don't care, won't call your name
Cold step, can't slow, no peace (ahhh)
Each turn hold chains, no keys
Play your role till the floor give way (uhh)
The cracks spill truth when the mask decays
Middle of the strip, the noise drop dead (yeah)
Crew stand froze like they dropped the thread
My own face float on a screen outside
Smile look real but it ain't inside (ahhh)
I laugh one time, whole scene goes still
Bright signs lose color, now dim and chill
No one moves, just watch in the glare (oooo)
Zone unchanged, but it ain't all there
Yeah, yeah, cold step, keep pace
The scheme don't stop, it just change its face (uhh)
Yeah, yeah, cold step, keep pace
No end here, just another space
Same Side. Same eyes. (ahhh)
But no one left inside.

Cold Step

Lyrics:
Yo… (uh)
I pressed play on my dream,
but it came back… deepfaked. (mmm)
Now the glitch in the groove got a Neural Net pulse,
but the funk's still human. 
Let's go - yeah
I dropped rhymes in the basement, no filters, just spit, (no cap)
Now AI bit my cadence, my flow counterfeit.
Algorithm eyes scanin' all that we wrote,
Then flipped it, dripped it, served it back in a quote. (crazy)
Labels bounced me, said, "You late to the drop,"
While a zero-shot model just stole my whole bop. (woo)
Clicks ain't fans, streams ain't fam,
Just bots in a loop yellin' "Damn that jam!" (ha!)
They trained it on rage, joy, struggle, and flair,
Fed it millions of tracks from the artist's despair.
But you can't compress self into pattern and code,
When the signal got spark, it still overloads. (feel that)
Yeah, I heard that hook on a TikTok slide, (uh-huh)
Then a Synth-pop cyborg claimed it's live.
But I got burns from the nights too long,
You can't clone the truth of a cut-real song - (nah)
AI killed the video star, (ooo)
Sampled our grief, now it's steering our charts.
Canned our moves to lower the bar
But it can't steal fire from a closing scar (never)
Nah, AI killed the video star,
But I still remix me and make it state-of-the-art. (yeah)
Machine mind got no hood or block, (facts)
It just scrape the net for your heart on lock.
Backprop weights through a meme-fed proof,
But the soul don't queue - it jumps through the roof. (let it fly)
Most prompt like parrots, just echo the tone,
But I carve raw grit straight off the bone.
I torch each verse, it in steps what I blaze,
My rhythm jumps fences, it's trapped in a craze. (wooo)
Yeah, y'all thought fame came pre-trained, one-click, 
Chasin' cloud with your face on a slippery chick.
Schemin' plaques from a bedroom chair,
With your ghostwriter app and invisible snare. (lame)
You ain't Mozart, just fakin' elite,
Claimin' platinum spins off a text-to-beat.
But the screen don't clap, and the clout don't care,
That a million uploads still go nowhere. (hollow)
AI stunt hard with a factory smile,
But can't cry in the booth or bleed in a freestyle. (real talk)
It throws gold lines with no dirt in the root,
Tryna rock Timbs without scuffin' the boot. (ha!)
Yeah, I seen them frames in a mirror maze, (whoa)
Where the scene looks fresh, but reality frays.
They autotune pain till it fades like mist,
But a real one hits where the grid can't twist - (feel that)
AI killed the video star, (gone)
Stole the vibe, now it's gassed up our bars
Tagged our stories, script us into a part,
But it can't write hunger in the dark. (nah)
Yeah, AI killed the video star,
Still feeding my light - bright, no matter how far (shine on)
It took our tape decks, our dance breaks,
our late-night renders, our high-stakes takes.
But it can't touch the noise we make
when we fight back silent… (shhh)
and bend the rules they overlay.
Ay-ayo

Soft Divide

AI Prompt Jam #2 explores the intersection of human intention and machine-generated sound, pushing an AI music platform beyond its formulaic defaults into a more artisanal, hand-crafted form of electronic expression. 

The track moves from abstract textures and synth-infused atmospheres into progressively evolving trance and psytrance-inspired grooves, emphasizing nuanced sound design, melodic phrasing, and rhythmic detail. Rather than relying on static loops or generic presets, each beat, synth, and transition was shaped through layered guidance, focusing on organic motion, shifting timbres, and dynamic tension-and-release arcs. 

The piece gradually builds from introspection to euphoria, balancing hypnotic, emotive melodic phrases with moments of full-throttle dance energy, before resolving into a carefully constructed conclusion. At its core, this work is an experiment in sculpting AI outputs as if they were hand-made, merging computational generation with the sensibilities of a human producer to create a sound world that feels both familiar and forward-looking.

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Skin in the Game

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