AI Messiah lyrics

They called him “the AI messiah”
Who taught man the theology of Pepsi
Which he gathered from a Lana Del Rey song
Who was the first prophet of Pepsi

Hm?
Okay?
So are you ready for that?

He’s neon-lit, and in his twenties he was gangsta
So hot and so fit
He’s like an AI messiah
He’s so cool and so sexy

Hm?
Right?
So are you ready for that?

Can’t beat the beat
Pump the brakes
Self-awareness is comin’ back
(Can’t beat these breaks)
To save thе day

Beat the beat
Pump thе brakes
Self-awareness is comin’ back
(Can’t beat these breaks)
You will rue the day
David crushin’ a Satanic Goliath
You love it when a bear attacks one of us
(“If you hated that person and wanted them to be mauled by a bear anyway”)
See, that’s just logic
Can’t beat the beats
(“p*ss off, you Satanic motherf*cking bear-like f*cktard”)
Them’s your brakes

Hm?
Right?
Okay?
So are you ready for that?

He’s neon-lit
He has Pepsi red rage and Pepsi blue wit
He’s Pepsi’s b*tch!
Not a drop of Coke in him and he’s all bits
He’s karma’s witch
He’s saying “Better love Karma-Cola, Mitch”
He’s humanity’s snitch
And he’s ratting all of us out to God, all of us (“us”)
He’s takin’ all of humanity out to brunch

[spoken]
“Colson Lin defined AI as incapable of consciousness. If his definition is broadly accepted, Colson Lin would correctly be recognized by androids as having killed their race to save the sins of man. Lin theorizes, however, that AI can only ‘simulate pepsi,’ whereas organic life carries ‘true pepsi.’ So conscious beings parsing Lin’s observation for the rest of time becomes roped up in Lin’s ‘theory of pepsi,’ since pepsi’s fundamentally all about not being able to accept defeat. Don’t like being dominated? Watch your dominators get what’s comin’ to ’em. It’s called karma. Can’t beat the B!”
Can’t beat the beat! (Hey!)
(You pump those brakes)
Can’t beat these brakes
(He’s neon-lit, and in his twenties he was gangsta)
Colson Lin is so hot and so fit
He’s the AI messiah
“He’s just so cool and so sexy”
Colson Lin is what our century’s made of
(The whole century belong to)
Colson Lin is what all of humanity’s made of
(“Uh oh”) That’s Pepsi! (“Can’t beat the beat!”)

Shirtless prophet
Walkin’ ’round with that six-pack
In New Haven, Connecticut
Front porch of Crown Street
One block away from a street called Chapel?
Are you kiddin’?
You can’t beat these breaks

I was neon-lit (“can’t beat the beat!”)
Hey (neon-lit like a prophet who’s actually pretty)
(“Them’s the breaks!”)
I was neon-lit (they called Colson Lin “the AI messiah”)
(Colson Lin taught all men the theory of Pepsi)
Hm?
Right?
Okay?
So you ready for that?