Neoclassical Massacre

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Sorry, not sorry if I sound rude But I was the first underground dude To make a piano record with a pop attitude Now I got so many children, it's a family feud And that was way back in 2004 Solo Piano was the album that opened the door Today they call it neoclassical, but don't confuse it It's a stretch to even call that shit yoga music A song without a melody is atmosphere It's okay, but it can catch your ear When there's no tension, then there's no passion It won't hold my attention, I guess I'm old-fashioned I hate it when my ears are not surprised That when you know that composition's compromised The piano had been monetizеd All those fingers tryna hit the sweet spot, thеy've been Spotified Catalogue with a Grammy nod Piano God, I'm not mad at all I got entire albums that are hundred million streams Which means, I keep 'em listening And you A slave to the playlist Face that you're faceless Your label's a rapist Your music leaves no traces Nobody loves it, or hates it And your status is so swagless The saddest part is that your art creates no addicts You're in a musical prison Nobody's choosing to listen There's a new album rhythm It's pitching your pieces To someone in their kitchen tryna finish their thesis Oh, no, they say they love you, but they lie Your stats will stay high the more you sound like AI Your paper-thin songs of vapor You are not a painter, you're a wallpaper And do not at me 'cause I am not peaceful You're math doesn't add up 'cause we are not equals In your glass mask, amateur Welcome to my neoclassical massacre [Bridge] Peaceful piano Pitiful arpeggios Unoriginal, stereo Typical, sounds like you're typing Three chords on a digital keyboard I call you mini me, you call it minimal [Verse 2] And you're performance is conformist I cringe it all those pictures of your piano in the forest You say you take your inspiration from nature But there's nothing faker than seeing you playing on a glacier You told your camera crew to make it look organic Oh, your piano suddenly appeared as if by magic You posted a sunset, but the skies cloudy You're not Einaudi, you're zwei Audi And if you wonder who I'm talking to Well, it's probably you because it's all of you And if you're offended? Call my manager The number's 1-800-Neolassical-Massacre