A Torn Lyrical Flex Competition, Win DPs and FHCs!

Hey guys,

You might have seen me using AI programs like Suno to make and produce torn raps for fun. I understand not everyone likes or appreciates creative projects that are influenced by AI, but I just like to see it as me writing lyrics and having AI output it. 

I'm making more songs for another "Torn Rap Album", and I wanted a sort of posse cut. A number of other torn players writing and flexing their writing skills and capabilities. I will include the best ones in a song for the album, but most importantly I will give the best verse a DP, runners up a FHC, and other prizes for those who make the best ones.

I'll be judging them based on wordplay, flow (yes even if it's just written out), and how well it ties into Torn/the quality of torn references.

All you need to do:

Comment on this post before the 1st of April 9AM TCT with a verse, minimum is 16 lines/bars but you can extend this if you wish within reason. I'm not sure how many I will be picking to "place", it really depends on the interest but it's a cool and fun way of winning some prizes! 

Optional:

This isn't necessary but if you wish you can go to suno.com and make your own free account. I believe it lets you create 5 free songs a day, you can pay a monthly fee for a better quality generator but it's not necessary. If you want you can choose to include the suno output here as well. I'll accept this or just use your lyrics and output it this way too. If you're just writing maybe include a few tags to describe the type of genre/vibe you're going for.

Have fun and good luck!

I’m posted in the city where the felons get paid,
Stock market flip, got my wealth on parade.
Chains on my wrist but they ain’t from a cell,
Just cracked a bounty, now I’m stackin’ up well.

Faction stay militant, war mode, ready,
Rev chains heavy, keep the Kevlar steady.
OCs runnin’, got the vault lookin’ blessed,
Tren in my veins, I don’t settle for less.

Hit the gym, now my stats through the roof,
Spy game strong, got receipts for the proof.
Mug game slick, leave your wallet in shreds,
One click, hospital—hope you stocked up on meds.

Blackjack tables, got the dealer in fear,
Profit so high, need accountants in here.
From the East to the West, they respectin’ my name,
Torn City kingpin, at the top of my game.

Kaelisc in the cut, gotta plot the paper chase,  

Swipe the pharmacy blind, Walter’s face full of disgrace.  
Shavin’ foam swapped for meds—yo, that’s a rookie mistake, 

But Xans in my palm, got the city wide awake.  
Cyber Force heist next, Cornelius on the screen,  
Grabbed the tech, left him cryin’ “Damn, my lasers pristine!”
Flash mob in the plaza, Hooligans hold it down,  
Luxury watches vanish—tick-tock, time to clown.  

Buildin’ empires dirty, stackin’ chips in the shadows,  
Hooligans Family ride, cash rules every borough.  
Tracer bullets hot, Big Al’s stash turned to smoke,  
From poker bets to pawnshop debts, this city’s gonna choke.  x2

Dumpster divin’ nights, scavenge scraps for a buck,  
Found a thong, some lube—man, this city’s outta luck.  
Tried to burn the evidence, lit a match, flames high, ready to dispose the documents, 
Jailhouse bars for arson—yo, the DA don’t lie.  
Busted out, hit the casino, rolled the dice in a sweat,  
Lost a milli on Chinese roulette—got no regrets.  
Saw Leslie smirkin’, elder dude with a cane,  
Jumped ‘em both, got my ass kicked—pride’s in pain.  

Explosive rounds in my grip, Big Al’s screamin’ my name,  
But the law’s on my tail, and the cash flow’s the same.  
From the pharmacy blunders to the poker table shame,  
Kaelisc’s crown slips—but the hustle’s still aflame.  

Buildin’ empires dirty, stackin’ chips in the shadows,  
Hooligans Family ride, cash rules every borough.  
Tracer bullets hot, Big Al’s stash turned to smoke,  
From poker bets to pawnshop debts—this city’s gonna choke. x2

Torn City’s my playground, chaos’s my symphony,  
Win or lose, I’m spittin’ fire—this rap’s my felony.  
Hooligans never fold, we reload, aim again,  
Kaelisc’s reign ain’t over—just you wait for Verse 10.  

......goddamn. I cried reading that. It was art ❤️ 

It's more than 16 lines but you were already expecting that. 

CLICKY

Yo this some cap, I ain’t messin’ wit’ this,

Yall call me AI, yall just takin' the piss,

AI got no soul, no bars, and no fight,

Learn to read and you'll see I’m f*ggin right.

Torn got me stuck in a loop I can’t quit,

Log in, log out, still broke as shit.

Throw stacks at noobs so they lost in the sauce

Then bounty some clown now he knows who's boss

Yall call my stats weak, you can kiss my ass

I could chain all day, but I’d rather touch grass

Forgot my password, didn't make gains,

But hit refills and catch up on trains

Faction got raided but barely noticed

SHAT is immune, yall know who da GOAT is

Ched bless me, in his name we trust

All my haters can take my short buss

I hit the forums, drop my flow,

Then clear my cache so nobody know.

Torn life cursed, but I live too smooth,

Drop heat on the boards, then ghost like who?

Drop one verse, now the forum's shook,

Hate all you want, just let me cook

Torn life rugged, but I make it shine,

Just mugged your wife and made her mine

Spent DP cash on dumb-ass bets,

Up to my ass in debt but got no regrets.

Shitbird Fat Lump always hot on the mic

Keep my pockets empty, but my bars stay tight.

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Now this is a story 
All about how 
My life got flipped turned upside down 
If you like to take a minute just sit right there 
I’ll tell you all how I became a drug lord in a city called torn

In west torn city born and raised 
In a faction is where I spent most of my days 
Chilling out relaxing and acting all cool
Shooting some Xanax outside with my boo 
When Duke and his friends where up to no good started causing trouble in my Faction hood 
I got in one little war and my mum got mad 
She said your moving with your auntie and unlce in a palace in torn 

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license was fresh and there was a plushie in the mirror 
If anything I could say this cab was rare but I thought nah forget it you home to Torn air 
I pulled up to a house with an my Ak47 an I yelled at the Cabbie you Holmes smell you later! 
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there 
To sit on my Throne as a drug lord of torn 

Dark alleys where the game goes down,

Roll with the faction, kings of the town,

Stackin' Xanax, Stackin' kills

Chainin' targets, Killing for the bills.

Trading items, gotta pay the tax, 

Oh no, my plushie profits!

Trading drugs in the backstreet's glow,

Torn City life, the only game I know.

Livin' in Torn, where scammers thrive, 

In the shadows, we come alive,

Scamming factions, dodgin' bounties

Every day, 10 more bounties

Crime syndicates, we rise to fame,

Rank shifts in the constant game, 

Ranked Wars, never backin' down, 

Make a farm, run the underground.

Watch your back, trust no one,

In Torn City, the game's never done,

Alliances break, foes become friends, 

Living on edge, no chance to make amends.

Market buy mugging, fake trade, 

Evading Ched with every move made,

From beers to caches, our stories unfold, 

Torn City, where legends are bold.

Hope I get prizes!

Torn city

Sunrise in Torn City, neon glowin'
Wallet fat, pockets overflowin'
Xanax poppin', stress ain't a problem
Building empires, stackin' 'em columns
Got a first class ticket, passport stamped
Long distance flights, always feelin' cramped
But the money's right, gotta chase the bread
While these other hustlers lyin' in their beds

Torn City nights, a hazy blur
Xanax dream, that's for sure
Flyin' high, above the clouds
Raining cash, silencing the doubts
Wars we wage, fortunes we make
Living large, for goodness sake
This ain't a game, this is real life
Cutting throats with a diamond knife

Heard whispers, enemies plot and scheme
But my defenses strong, a well-oiled machine
Bank account lookin' like a telephone number
Gotta stay sharp, never slumber
From Tokyo deals to London schemes
Living out my wildest, craziest dreams
Got consiglieres whispering in my ear
Planting seeds of doubt, igniting fear

Torn City nights, a hazy blur
Xanax dream, that's for sure
Flyin' high, above the clouds
Raining cash, silencing the doubts
Wars we wage, fortunes we make
Living large, for goodness sake
This ain't a game, this is real life
Cutting throats with a diamond knife

Roll the dice, take a chance
Another flight, another dance
With the devil in disguise
Lookin' at me with hungry eyes

Torn City nights, a hazy blur
Xanax dream, that's for sure
Flyin' high, above the clouds
Raining cash, silencing the doubts
Wars we wage, fortunes we make
Living large, for goodness sake
This ain't a game, this is real life
Cutting throats with a diamond knife

Yeah, Torn City... Xanax... Flights... Cash... War...
That's the life, ain't no going back no more.
Word

https://suno.com/song/65abe9fd-a263-4c8f-8c65-b0ebf743ae63?sh=OcQDxLvAUVTFl5zG

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Torn torn your asshole is torn

Trying to get e dvds

Making multis to get more porn

[Verse] Deep in Torn City, streets paved with Xanax and grit. AK47 serenade, Duke's shadow never quit. Overdose dreams, push limits, never desist. Violence rules, God's law, devil's twist.

 [Chorus] Flying high, sky's a market, wings spread wide. Selling dreams, drugs, survival on a rough ride. Faction wars, nightly brawl, rivalries collide. In this urban jungle, only the strong survive

 [Verse 2] Xanax bars, chasing peace in pieces, split. AK in hand, cold as winter, click-clack hit. Duke’s whispers, ghost of the city slick. Overdose dawn, waking in a horror flick

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[Chorus] Flying high, sky's a market, wings spread wide. Selling dreams, drugs, survival on a rough ride. Faction wars, nightly brawl, rivalries collide. In this urban jungle, only the strong survive.

 [Verse 3] Faction brothers, sisters, tighter than blood. Market deals in the shadows, spill crimson flood. AK47, singing songs nobody understood. Duke’s legacy, forever twisted, always stood.

[Bridge] Overdose night, curtain call, life on trial. Flying through the chaos, drugs dancing in a vial. Selling dreams of freedom, every lost mile. In the city’s heart, factions reign all the while.

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Here’s the torn song i recorded yesterday

No AI just me singing

OD-NoK - Flowers & Plushies

that's cool, chorus is catchy but not sure if it fits in a torn rap cypher

i know it sounds more pop emo but there’s a rappin verse in it and its no AI 🤷‍♂️

gotta support real artists over AI

I get what you're saying, someone else also had a drum and bass entry so maybe it'll be a mash of everything haha

bump :-)

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Giving me MF Doom vibes