Android 17 vs Data - Epic Rap Battles of History

Android 17 (Dragon Ball Z) vs Data (Star Trek) Lyrics: Android 17: Let me get this straight. You want to feel? That's the goal? I'd trade you all my circuits for the boredom in your soul. I'm the Android with the infinite reserve inside my chest, You run on a positronic brain and still signed up for rest. I patrol a whole wild sanctuary, keep the poachers off my land, You catalog anomalies and file them by command. You spent four decades chasing what a human does for free, I woke up, said the world's alright, and went and found a tree. Your maker built your brother first and left him running loose, Mine switched me on. I switched him off. No hearing, no excuse. You call yourself a person? Fine. Then here's the harder part, You've got a ship, a rank, a cat, and no idea where to start. Data: Curious. You open with a boast, then argue you require none. I have observed this contradiction in approximately everyone. I am an android, not a weapon. That distinction is the thesis. You were built to end a planet. I was built in careful pieces. You mention infinite energy. A quantity. Nothing within. I chose to raise a daughter. I chose to hold a violin. You say you found a tree. I find that oddly sincere. But you required annihilation twice before you settled here. Your ambition was a body. Mine was to be understood. An insect swallowed you alive. I taught myself to be good. And when my brother turned, I did not let the wiring choose. I make decisions, Seventeen. That is the part you cannot use. Android 17: "Careful pieces." Sure. And every piece of you is borrowed, An impression of a species that you'll study 'til tomorrow. You paint, you play, you poeticize, and every critic's kind, 'Cause nobody will tell an android that his art is just behind. I don't need a mentor. I don't need a captain's chair. I don't need a crew to validate that I am standing here. You want humanity so bad you'd let them wire in a chip, I've been free since I walked off, and I never filed a trip. I fought a god of destruction. Held my own. Then walked back home. You died for your captain, then they rebuilt you out of chrome. So keep your logs, your rank, your paintings of the daughter you lost, I don't need to feel a thing to know exactly what I cost. Data: You fought a god. Correct. And then the tournament concluded. You returned to isolation, which you have consistently included In every version of your freedom: an island, then a van. Your entire arc is "leave the room." Mine is "understand." You say I am an imitation. I say I am becoming, Which is the only honest thing that anyone is doing. You mock the chip, the crew, the rank, the things I chose to owe. Attachment is the choice, Seventeen. That's the part you'll never know. Your sister built a family. You built a fence and hid. I lost my brother to himself. I grieved. That's what I did. You have infinite energy and nowhere left to aim. I have a finite life ahead. I'll use it all the same. Created using Suno