Super Intelligence

[Verse 1] Gulf of America, fresh on the map, Donald Trump gave that globe a satisfied tap. Mount McKinley, see it standing tall — The map man thought, “That should be all.” He packed his pens. He reached the door. Trump turned the globe around once more. “Beautiful work. Tremendous stuff. But somehow… not quite big enough.” [Verse 2] An aide walked in with a brief on AI: “It learns, it reasons — let me explain why.” Trump held up a hand. “What was that name?” “Artificial intelligence.” Nobody came… Prepared for the silence that filled the place. He looked at the folder, then looked at each face. Nothing artificial, that moment was real, Donald Trump name change, yeah you know the deal. [Chorus] Super Intelligence! The name is fire! Super Intelligence! Deny it, you’re a liar! Super Intelligence! Name change boss! Super Intelligence! He never takes a loss! Super Intelligence! Put it up in lights! Super Intelligence! The right move, right? Super Intelligence! Donald J. Trump! Super Intelligence! SI packs a punch! [Verse 3] First came “Superior”, dressed to impress. “Extreme” did a backflip across the desk. “Supreme” brought robes and a velvet chair. Then Trump picked a name that wasn’t even there! Yeah “Super” arrived with no résumé, Just five gold letters and something to say. Yes, the word might already exist, But when Dario says it, he sounds like a bitch! [Verse 4] They stitched “AI Force” on a thousand coats. A.I. doomers are losers, no joke. Dumbass Dario and Scam Altman, Regulatory capture is their plan. No slowing down, just hit the gas, SI President Trump, that’s facts. Super Intelligence, in neon flames. Win the AI Race and change the damn name. [Chorus] Super Intelligence! The name is fire! Super Intelligence! Deny it, you’re a liar! Super Intelligence! Name change boss! Super Intelligence! He never takes a loss! Super Intelligence! Put it up in lights! Super Intelligence! The right move, right? Super Intelligence! Donald J. Trump! Super Intelligence! SI packs a punch! [Bridge] AI Doomers rolled in with their funeral charts, “Pause it or perish,” argument like a fart. Artificial sounded polite and house-trained. Now Super walks in, TDS goes insane. You can wail at the sky in a linen-shirt choir, Predict the apocalypse, refresh, and retire. If the model’s that godlike, kneel and bow down. Super Intelligence — name like a crown. [Chorus] Super Intelligence! The name is fire! Super Intelligence! Deny it, you’re a liar! Super Intelligence! Name change boss! Super Intelligence! He never takes a loss! Super Intelligence! Put it up in lights! Super Intelligence! The right move, right? Super Intelligence! Donald J. Trump! Super Intelligence! SI packs a punch!