Hello, Deepseek! - DJ Vik

[Intro]
[Haunting synth arpeggio, pulsating bass]
**(soft piano, acoustic guitar arpeggios, ambient pads, light percussion, 140 BPM)**
[Hook]
[Recitative like a robot]
Hello Deepseek!How are you feeling today?
(Hello Deepseek!How are you feeling today?)
[Drum fill]
**Verse 1:**
[Gravelly Lazy Male vocal]
Hands on the keyboard, his brain on standby, 
Wants to write some rhymes, but nothing seems to fly. 
"Ok Google," find me some inspiration, 
Without you, I’ve lost all my creation. 
"ChatGPT", drop me some cool lines, 
Verses that groove, punchlines that rhyme. 
Need an image? Straight to "Midjourney", 
"Dall-e" in his mind, no more sketching manually.
[Drum fill]
**Refrain:**
[Gravelly Lazy Male vocal]
[He’s an *"A.I"-dependent human*], 
Can’t live without the code, he’s losing track, 
"A.I "does the work, and he just leans back. 
[He’s an *"A.I"-dependent human*], 
No thoughts of his own, always on the grid, 
Without the bots, he forgets what he did.
[Cool Interlude]
[Drum fill]
**Verse 2:**
[Gravelly Lazy Male vocal] 
Wants to make beats, but he's out of tricks, 
He calls on "Claude", for some urban hits. 
A visual for his Insta? Too much stress, 
The "A.I's" do it all, no need to second guess. 
A pro project, he's a visionary, 
But it’s all from the algos, human thoughts are secondary. 
No more hand-drawn, the artisan’s gone, 
When "Stable Diffusion" cranks it out till dawn.
[Drum fill]
**Refrain:** 
[Recitative Male raspy vocal]
**Bridge** 
Wants to cook? Too hard to create, 
"Ok Google, find me a recipe, make it great." 
Even picking outfits, he's full of doubt, 
He opens a fashion app, and the "A.I" maps it out. 
In the morning, checks emails with "Bard", 
Can’t live without these assistants, it’s so hard. 
Even for vacations, he asks "Siri", 
"Where to chill with no Wi-Fi, maybe Bali?"

[Cool Interlude]
[Drum fill]

**Pre-Chorus** 
He tries to flirt, write a sweet text, 
But without "ChatGPT", it’s all a mess. 
"Hey, type me something tender, full of affection," 
The "A.I" crafts it, he follows no direction. 
His brain? It’s sleeping, totally dependent, 
He asks "Alexa" for the time, just to stay present. 
Even for fun, he’s not in control, 
AIs are steering the wheel of his role.
[Drum fill]
[The shot is a knock-down on the drums]
[Drums intensify, minor synth chords swell]
[Haunting, treated vocals; Building intensity, layered harmonies]
[Bridge]
(Build-up with rising tension, filtered drums, and ascending synth arpeggios)
Now feel the energy starting to climb!
It's the final moment, the peak of our time!
[Crescendo]
[MODULATION: +1 semitone for the final chorus]
[Final Chorus]
[Haunting, treated vocals; Building intensity, layered harmonies]
One day he thinks, "What’s going on here?" 
Maybe I should try to think clear. 
But soon enough, laziness strikes again, 
He hits "GPT-4" for another brainwave spin. 
His dreams? Just visions of perfect codes, 
His art? "A.I"-generated, in heavy loads. 
In the end, he laughs, it’s all a big game,
[Echoed Climax]
The man is connected, but lost in the frame!
(The man is connected, but lost in the frame!)
[Rock guitar solo (epic, distorted) in mid-break]
[Outro]
[Afrobeat drums fade into synth haze]
[Minor chords, fading into sparse percussion]
[End]