Aya, you’re out of the game, girl…
What did you think? I’d leave the stage for you?
Check this out, here’s the real slap.

Yeah, you play queen but you’re bland, even your name makes me yawn
All your tracks are déjà vu, even your flow ran away
I’m the spoiler in your story, the real slap in your life
You sold your soul for buzz, I give chills, you give boredom

Dja dja? It’s dead, your chorus puts me to sleep
Auto-tune maxed out, afraid of your real voice, no choice
Your lyrics are soup, sugar for TikTok
I bring the street, the real vibe, you’re fake good vibes

Your love stories on repeat, even kids are bored
Always the same recipe, too lazy to renew yourself
Catch you on a stream? I skip you, I prefer silence
You’re a Shein ad, fashion without substance


Move, Aya, you burned it all
Your throne’s broken, dreaming’s over
Your sweet little act? Not approved
Here it’s raw, you’re a copy, just a counterfeit
Game over, time to face it


You surfed the buzz, but never learned to swim
Your career’s Netflix, puts the real ones to sleep
Your features are fluff, you sniff trends, zero depth
Your team calls you “queen,” but everyone knows it’s fake

I kick for the fam, for the real ones struggling
You make faces, flip your hair, think you’re Beyoncé
But on the field, you flex only for the cam
Aya, you’re an Insta joke, style without fire

Your words are wind, I chew them like a snack
Your voice is plastic, your buzz is a pack
You’re the queen of fake streams, boss of weak punchlines
I hit straight to the plexus, you stammer, scroll


Move, Aya, you burned it all
Your throne’s broken, dreaming’s over
Your sweet little act? Not approved
Here it’s raw, you’re a copy, just a counterfeit
Game over, time to face it


Yeah, I aim at you without filter, I’m the truth
When you arrive it’s boredom, when I arrive it’s the city
You’re the discount aisle, I’m the rare fruit
You’ve got teen streams, but no soul, no story


Game over, ciao, star
The stage is for the real, gotta have guts, gotta have darkness
Sorry, Aya, you fell off the bus
No more room in the sun for fakes, it’s the fall

Ciao @AyaNakamuraa (Baroque Opera reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track — only in Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

Ciao @AyaNakamuraa (Baroque Opera reload)

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