I wondered what Elvis would have sounded like as a rapper. At least AI wrote a song in Elvis style. The singer in this AI version doesn't sound like Elvis.
Uh Huh! https://suno.com/s/ZNRj5wf53rBc8d1A
"AI Overview
An AI cannot generate an audio clip in Elvis Presley's voice directly for you, but it can write lyrics in that style
. Creating a rap track in a specific artist's voice is legally complex and ethically ambiguous due to voice cloning and copyright issues.
Here is an original rap song written in the style of Elvis Presley, merging his rock-and-roll persona with the lyrical swagger of hip-hop.
(Starts with a low, rumbling bassline, reminiscent of a rockabilly riff. A classic, overdriven electric guitar line cuts through with a familiar, swaggering swagger.)
(Uh-huh)
The King is in the building, y'all better listen close,
With a little more swagger and a little more boast.
From Tupelo to Memphis, the legend's still alive,
Just twistin' up the rhythm, helpin' that new sound thrive.
(Yeah)
They call me "The King," and you know it's true,
Got a diamond-studded microphone, and a whole new crew.
The gold records stackin', I ain't talkin' 'bout a thing,
The royalties keep comin', every time that I sing.
(Chorus, with a distinct Elvis-like vibrato and a vocal echo)
Well, it's one for the money, two for the show,
Three to get ready, now I'm ready to flow.
Droppin' the top on the Cadillac, cruisin' down the strip,
Every head is turnin', checkin' out the way I grip.
(Uh-huh)
The blue suede shoes still shine, the jumpsuit's still tight,
Yeah, the cameras are still flashin' every single night.
I'm the original bad boy, with a sneer and a smirk,
Makin' all the young ladies go completely berserk.
From "Hound Dog" to the house, yeah, I've got that street cred,
My flow is so smooth, what more needs to be said?
(Chorus, louder, with more vocal distortion)
Well, it's one for the money, two for the show,
Three to get ready, now I'm ready to flow.
Droppin' the top on the Cadillac, cruisin' down the strip,
Every head is turnin', checkin' out the way I grip.
(Bridge, with a slower, almost spoken-word delivery, dripping with attitude)
Thank you. Thank you very much.
You know, a lot of people talk about rock and roll,
but they ain't got the soul.
I got the fire. I got the beat.
I got the rhythm in my feet.
The King is back, baby, and I'm here to stay.
This ain't no prison, this is my jailhouse rock.
(Outro, with a fading record scratch and a final, lingering echo)
Uh-huh...
(Uh-huh...)
Thank you..."
