[Intro] [syncopated electric bass, boom-bap drums, light overdrive electric guitar motif] Yeah. Turn the TV on. Nah, turn it off. Ain't satire no more. Yeah, yeah. [Verse 1] Welcome to the future, man, the joke done flipped. Idiocracy the movie, now we all in it. Smart talk buried dumb, loud gear rich. Crowd clap quick, quick, while the truth get clipped. Welcome to the future where the loudest wins. Facts get booed, feelings crowned as kings. Used to laugh at the screen, now we living this. Idiocracy in fiction, we inside the script. Yeah, used to be a joke, now it's prime time news. Clowns run the stage, got a mic, no clue. Science gets ignored, memes telling what's true. If it don't fit the vibe, then it must be fake too. Your brain's on mute, but the screen stays bright. Scroll all day, can't think at night. Everyone a star, everyone right. Nobody wrong, but the world ain't right. Experts talk, they get laughed off stage. Dumb it down, make it trend, get paid. [Chorus] [bass and drums continue, guitar motif repeats] Thirty-second clips decide the debate. No context left, just rage and hate. Read less books, trust more likes. Truth needs proof, lies just hype. If it sound good, then it must be facts. If it hurt my feelings, I'm attacking back. Yeah, welcome to the future, man, the joke done flipped. Idiocracy the movie, now we all in it. Smart talk buried dumb, loud gear rich. Crowd clap quick, quick, while the truth get clipped. Yeah, welcome to the future where the loudest wins. Facts get booed, feelings crowned as kings. Used to laugh at the screen, now we living this. Idiocracy in fiction, we inside the script. [Verse 2] They water plants with pride and fame. Wonder why the crops won't grow the same. Expertise treated like a joke, but everyone got a source they quote. Confidence high, intelligence low. Yell real hard, that's how you know. If you pause and think, you move too slow. Hot takes sell, so here we go. Nuance dead, it don't get clicks. Middle ground make nobody rich. So we polarize, pick a side. Throwing labels just to feel alive. Critical thinking on clearance racks. Patience gone, no refunds back. If it's hard, then we skip that part. If it's deep, then it ain't that smart. Hey, hey. [Bridge] [drums drop out, bass and guitar continue] We traded wisdom for convenience. Traded truth for entertainment. Laugh emojis over statements. Now the punchline run the planet. [Chorus] [drums re-enter] Welcome to the future, man, the joke done flipped. Idiocracy the movie, now we all in it. Smart talk buried dumb, loud gear rich. Crowd clap quick, quick, while the truth get clipped. Yeah, welcome to the future where the loudest wins. Facts get booed, feelings crowned as kings. Used to laugh at the screen, now we living this. Idiocracy in fiction, we inside the script. [Outro] [vocals become more conversational] I ain't saying I'm the smartest dude, but I know when I'm being used. Algorithms pick our moods, feed us chaos, call it views. Everyone talk, nobody hear. Everyone scream, nobody clear. Truth drowned out by the fear, and the last said loud sounds sincere. Yeah, comedy turned prophecy. Satire aged like irony. We laughed it off, now honestly, we scrolling through a parody still. There's sparks in the dark somewhere. Still a few who think, who care. But they quiet with the noise they spare, so the circus keeps running the fair. Yeah, turn it down. Laughed at the warning, now we live in the punchline. Yeah. Think about it. Yeah, yeah. [fade out]
