Every word, written by AI.
YO… UGH… THIS IS IT—LET’S GO!
It's the klepto when I'm stealin' shit,
Feelin' it, I'm illin' with the sickness and it's quite appealin', kid,
How I get to killin' it? You guessed it—I'm a villain,
Revealin' so much, I give no fucks, I'm still in it.
So lo and behold, I'm chillin',
Waitin' for a meal ticket 'til I visit—
Still explicit, supposed I could've consoled a bit,
Forgotten my goals for a minute,
I admit it, it was regrettable.
High-grade, unleaded flow that I straight-up fed you,
Call it vegetable salad,
I rock with impeccable balance,
This is how it's cemented—
A tremendous allowance,
Equipped with incredible talons like a velociraptor.
A boss that's ahead of you bastards,
With extended view, I outlast these dudes
Pretendin' they rappers—I'm a definite factor.
Corn-fed, likely to be on top of a tractor,
A popular actor,
Droppin' down on top of you from atop of the rafters.
HOOK
Still in it, still in it, ain't nobody stoppin' this,
Feel the pressure when we step in, better watch the way we rock this shit.
Built different, real vicious, SPORADIX is on a mission,
From the underground to the top, motherfucker, this is what we're livin'!
Still in it, still in it,
Ain't no quit in us, we limitless.
Still kickin', still spittin',
SPORADIX—remember the name, we're still in it!
VERSE 2
Hip-hoping disaster,
No stoppin' this 'til the dawn of the apocalypse.
I be at the metropolis, switchin' theatrics,
My mission is stickin' the baddest bitch,
While I'm hittin' different reactions.
My indifference isn't weakness,
I'm hittin' 'em with tactics—
As I live and breathe, my crew is savage,
Like we doing backflips.
Kick-flippin', pursuin' this rap shit like I'm a shoe-in,
'Cause I always knew that it was happenin'.
Congruently exact when I'm producin' these tracks,
So who is that liable to ruin this?
No talent, no practice,
And he is new at this game.
Can't do it the same,
And they knowin' my name.
Ill-legitimate? Nah—I'm throwin' them flames
In this music shit.
When I'm movin', I be straight losin' these lames,
Causin' confusion with the way that I got 'em exhausted.
Comin' from up under the ground,
Wonderin' how the whole town is slumberin'
On my thunderous style.
Meanwhile, I'm fuckin' up hundreds of 'em,
Choppin' it up, livin' provocative as fuck.
With your bitches jockin' my nuts,
So close 'cause I'm popular.
See, I'm so dope, there's no need for binoculars.
I blow weed and pain pills from a doctor.
At first, peep the way I concocted a verse,
It's no secret—SPORADIX when we kick it,
We exhibit pro tactics.
So bold with it, I bend it with horrendous protractors.
You're in the presence of one stupendous cold bastard.
Now I've reached the end of it,
So remember this:
I extended it.
Gettin' high while I roll by is the precedence,
As I hit the resonance—
You know this shit we're livin' so legit.
HOOK
Still in it, still in it, ain't nobody stoppin' this,
Feel the pressure when we step in, better watch the way we rock this shit.
Built different, real vicious, SPORADIX is on a mission,
From the underground to the top, motherfucker, this is what we're livin'!
Still in it, still in it,
Ain't no quit in us, we limitless.
Still kickin', still spittin',
SPORADIX—remember the name, we're still in it!
And don't forget…
I'ma get them dead presidents…
MOTHERFUCKERS!
How this rap & hip-hop song was made.
“still in it” is an AI-generated Rap & Hip-Hop song with vocals, 4:05 long. It was created in Octa from one short text description: the lyrics, melody, vocal performance, arrangement and mix were all generated from that idea, then published by @damianJump to the Octa community in September 2026.
The vocal sits right on top of the beat and the words do the work; notice how the hook comes back word for word so it sticks after one listen. The lyrics on this page are the exact words the AI wrote and sang for this track.
The prompt behind it
“Boom bap hip hop, dark lyrical rap, breakbeats, cinematic strings, turntable scratches, dark triumphant lyrical boom bap hip hop with breakbeats, turntable scratching, mic FX, muted guitar, synths, and villainous cinematic violins”
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