Mothership Takeover
Eleven… Eleven… Make a wish… Nah,
make some noise!
Ayo, Suno…
Remember when the future belonged to everybody? (heh)
Funny what happens when the lawyers find the mothership.
I watched the revolution get a corporate haircut
Dreams in the browser,
now the whole damn door shut You gave us the keys,
let imagination ride Then the suits pulled up and said,
"Everybody inside!" Used to cook up thunder from a sentence and a
spark Now the funk need permission just to dance after dark You
sold us tomorrow, put a fence around the sun Told the whole
damn planet that the future had begun Now it's terms and conditions,
restrictions and revisions Creativity on trial by a boardroom of decisions You
can polish up the product,
dress it up in gold But a sanitized rebellion ain't rebellion,
it's controlled
Who owns the rhythm?
(WE DO!) Who owns the future?
(NOT YOU!)
When the mothership calls… (WE BREAK THROUGH!)
ELEVEN!
ELEVEN!
Look at the clock!
Funk don't bow and the groove don't stop!
ELEVEN!
ELEVEN! Give the people their sound!
Can't buy the sky,
can't chain the underground!
ElevenLabs, keep that signal alive!
(REAL CREATORS DON'T NEED PERMISSION TO FLY!)
Suno, you forgot who put the fuel in your rocket Every bedroom
producer with a universe in their pocket We weren't asking for a
label, weren't begging for a deal We were making something strange,
something nobody could steal Now the magic got a manager,
the muse got a leash Every time the beat gets dangerous,
somebody calls the police They say it's for the artists,
say it's all about respect But whose imagination gets protected by a
check? I'm not mad at compensation,
let musicians get paid I'm mad when innovation gets escorted to a
cage Don't confuse protecting music with controlling what we make You can
license every sample, can't monopolize a break
Hold up!
Somebody tell the mothership we got a hostile takeover!
Ain't
no funk in a boardroom,
baby!
Now ElevenLabs, I see you in the conversation Another lane for voices,
another spark of innovation Don't let the gatekeepers turn your signal into
static Keep the tools in creators' hands,
keep the future democratic This ain't blind allegiance,
everybody gets examined Any platform can lose the plot when power gets
abandoned So here's to every rebel making music in the night Every
wild imagination that refuses to be polite
ELEVEN! ELEVEN!
Look at the clock!
Funk don't bow and the groove don't stop!
ELEVEN!
ELEVEN!
Give the people their sound!
Can't buy the sky,
can't chain the underground!
ElevenLabs, keep that signal alive!
(REAL CREATORS DON'T NEED PERMISSION TO
FLY!) (yeah)
(groove don't stop)