Dear Rustage

(Intro) Yeah… This one’s not hate — it’s perspective. From one creator to another. (Verse 1) Dear Rustage, You built worlds outta thin air and flame, Turned fiction into rhythm, made a universe your lane. So when you say AI’s a threat to the throne, I’m confused how a storyteller’s scared of the unknown. You rap about futures with powers and chrome, About tech in dystopias taking control — But in real life when innovation arrives, You treat it like it’s here to divide. Nobody’s saying a circuit can feel, Nobody’s crowning a bot as real. It’s a brush in a hand, it’s a spark to a stone, Still takes a human heart to own the tone. (Pre-Chorus) You don’t lose your crown ’cause tools evolve, Creation’s always been problem-solve. From drum machines to autotune waves, Every legend once called that “a phase.” (Chorus) It’s a tool, not the throne, Still flesh and blood at the microphone. You can fight the tide or learn the flow, Real artists adapt — that’s how they grow. It don’t steal your voice or rewrite your soul, It just helps you reach what you already hold. (Verse 2) Dear Rustage, You sample inspiration from anime scenes, Turn drawings and scripts into lyrical dreams. That’s transformation — that’s remix art, So why’s new tech where you draw the line hard? Producers use plugins to shape every snare, Writers use edits to sharpen their flare. Painters went digital, cameras went smart, Still no machine replaces heart. AI can sketch what you can’t quite say, Help draft ideas in a different way. But it can’t live your life, it can’t bleed your truth, Can’t replicate hunger, can’t bottle youth. (Bridge) The fear ain’t that it’s stronger than you, It’s fear of what change might do. But evolution’s part of the art you defend, Innovation’s not the end. (Final Chorus) It’s a tool, not the throne, No algorithm stands alone. You shape it, guide it, make it bend, It’s an instrument — not the end. Dear Rustage, this ain’t a war — It’s just new keys on the studio floor.