Read the Fing Comment (RTFS/RTFC)

[Intro – (Tap-Tap Scroll FX, courtroom feed buzz)] Yo—read the fuckin’ comments... RTFS, RTFC—oracle text ain’t optional, G. [(pause) "It’s on the stack. Priority passes."] Let the judge in me breathe. [Verse 1 – The Stack Resolves] Scrollin’ ain't readin’, you just swipin’ for heat, Treatin' comment threads like a buffet of deceit. MTG brain, I interpret the clause, While y’all react like a miscast spell with no pause. [MTG rules layer]—this ain’t playground tag, Oracle text in my veins, I don’t lag. “You didn’t say that!”—bro, I RTFC’d You played the card wrong, now you hatin' on me? Flashes of prejudice in a TikTok reel, Nobody flagged it, just laughed—what’s real? Your silence got a stack trigger—complicit, This ain't just online, this is systemic logistics. [Hook – Scroll Judge Anthem] 📜RTFS, RTFC—don’t quote me, go read me. Scrollin’ ain’t scripture, feed’s not freebie. 👁️‍🗨️ Tap to react? Nah, tap in to see. You not real till you check the source tree. [Verse 2 – Comment Courtroom Crossfire] Thread turned tribunal, I'm the judge in the mist, Gavel in emojis, verdict in the twist. 🧾 Exhibit A: “that ain’t racist, it’s a joke”— Until your timeline choked on the smoke. Tap-dance logic, no shuffle on facts, You triggered a fight and misread the stack. 🗃️ Post had layers, but you skimmed for vibes— Now you caught up misplaying whole lives. Red zone energy, no blocks declared, MTG taught me: respond if you care. So I stacked my rebuttal with rhythm and wit, While y’all mistapped like “who cast this shit?” [Hook – Scroll Judge Anthem (Repeat)] 📜RTFS, RTFC—don’t quote me, go read me. Scrollin’ ain’t scripture, feed’s not freebie. 👁️‍🗨️ Tap to react? Nah, tap in to see. You not real till you check the source tree. [Bridge – (Rules Engine Rebuttal – half-spoken glitch-voice)] “Section 506.3b: Racism ain’t a ‘hot take.’ Disregard = Default Complicity. Trigger warning? Nah, trigger response. Misread the play? Hold the consequence.” [Verse 3 – Gorgon Commentary Mode] I’m not a content creator—I’m a context invoker, You’ll misread my smile like a spell with no joker. You said "ain’t that deep?"—I said, "go deeper." We live in a game—who’s the rulekeeper? They tap in for drama, skip the resolution, But truth don’t cost clout—it demands contribution. My ADHD sees the unplayed phase, Where your echo chamber loops in a digital maze. I scroll with discernment, not thirst for flame, Every screen’s a window—but who owns the frame? RTFS ain't petty, it’s protocol code, It’s survival when the comments explode. [Outro – (feed rewind, muted gavel knock)] Don’t scroll past a slur like it’s just routine, RTFC your own bias, read in between. Gorgon ain't god—but I never fold, I just drop bars that stack... and hold.