Not For The Algorithm (A WILLABEAT ALBUM 3/12) (Remix)

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V6-MINI

"NOT FOR THE ALGORITHM"
Willabeat style - 150bpm, hard drums, distorted 808s, no filter

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[Sound: YouTube upload failed notification]
Content ID: BLOCKED
Reason: "Not advertiser friendly"
Fuck your guidelines[Intro]

Yo YouTube wanna pick and choose what gets seen
Demonetize the truth, push the fake and the clean
My songs get flagged ‘cause I said what I feel
But some prank video with 10 mil? That shit’s real?
I’m not a product, I’m not a fucking brand deal
I’m a man with a mic and some shit that’s real
You want PG, I’m rated R
You want safe, I’m walking on the edge of a scar
DistroKid put it out, you decide not to show
‘Cause I cursed twice and talked about shit you don’t know
This ain’t content farm, this ain’t clickbait shit
This is blood, sweat, 3AM lyrics

I AIN’T WRITING FOR YOUR ALGORITHM
I AIN’T SINGING FOR YOUR ADVERTISERS
I SAY WHAT THE FUCK NEEDS SAYING
IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT THEN DON’T PLAY IT
I’M NOT YOUR PUPPET
I’M NOT YOUR CLOWN
YOU CAN BURY THE VIDEO
BUT YOU CAN’T BURY THE SOUND

“Community guidelines” but whose community?
‘Cause last I checked this was supposed to be free
I got songs about struggle, songs about rage
Songs about being a dad, songs about the cage
And you’re telling me that’s “not suitable for all”?
Fuck that. Art ain’t supposed to fit in a box, y’all
Spotify cool, Apple cool, but you?
You’re gatekeeping voices that are trying to be true
I don’t need your trending page, don’t need your boost
I need ears that listen, not bots and the views
So shadowban me, suppress me, do what you do
The music’s still coming and it’s coming for you

I AIN’T WRITING FOR YOUR ALGORITHM
I AIN’T BEGGING FOR YOUR VIEWS
I’M SAYING WHAT THE FUCK NEEDS SAYING
AND YOU CAN’T CENSOR THE TRUTH
BLOCK ME, BAN ME, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK
I’LL POST IT SOMEWHERE ELSE
BECAUSE THE MUSIC DON’T STOP

Yeah they picked my songs like they’re on a fucking menu
“This one’s fine, this one’s too real, we can’t do it”
I poured my soul in a WAV file
And you sent it back with a “restricted” title
I talk about bills, about loss, about being a dad at 5AM
You want dance challenges and shit that trends again
I’m not a brand ambassador, I’m not your fucking mascot
I’m an artist, and I’m tired of asking for a goddamn slot
You’ll promote the drama, promote the fake fights
But the moment I’m honest? “Sorry, not advertiser rights”
Keep your pennies, keep your plaques
I’d rather have 100 real ones than a million fake claps

I SAID I’M NOT FOR SALE
I SAID I’M NOT YOUR TOY
I SAID I’M NOT GONNA SHUT THE FUCK UP
JUST TO MAKE YOU A DOLLAR, BOY
YOU CAN FLAG IT, YOU CAN HIDE IT
YOU CAN BURY IT IN THE SEARCH
BUT THE TRUTH DON’T NEED YOUR PERMISSION
TO GET OUT AND DO ITS WORK[Hook

[- Spoken over static]
To YouTube:
To Spotify:
To Apple:
To TikTok:

Fuck your trending tab, I don’t need that shit
I got real pain in my verses and you can’t monetize it
You’ll push some 12-year-old doing lip sync dances
But flag me for talking ‘bout my second chances
I’m not here to be family friendly
I’m here to be fucking honestly
If a kid hears this and feels less alone
Then your ad revenue can go to hell, leave me alone

They say "think of the advertisers"
What about the fucking artists?
We built your platform, brick by brick
With our blood, our tears, and our 3AM hits
Now you’re telling me what I can and can’t say
So some car company don’t get mad one day?
Nah. I’m not a commercial. I’m not a jingle.
I’m a man with a message and I’m gonna fucking sing it

Shadowbanned, demonetized, suppressed in the feed
But I’m still up at night writing ‘cause I fucking need
To get this out. To say my piece.
To let other dads and broken people find some peace
You can hide the video, but you can’t hide the truth
The truth travels mouth to mouth, that’s the real proof
So keep your blue check, keep your partner program
I got something you’ll never buy: a fucking backbone

YouTube wants music? Here’s music
Raw, uncut, no fucking edits
Cuss words, real words, dad words, mad words
The shit you don’t hear on the radio ‘cause it hurts
I’m not making content. I’m making art.
And art is messy. Art is dark.
Art is 5AM crying and still showing up
Art is telling the truth when it’s hard as fuck

So to every platform that thinks they own me
To every exec in a suit on a Zoom call
You don’t own my voice. You don’t own my story.
You can take the views but you can’t take the glory
Of knowing I said what needed to be said
Even when you tried to bury me instead
This song is for the ones who got deleted
For the ones who got silenced and still completed

I’M CODY. I’M REAL. I’M NOT A BRAND.
I’M NOT YOUR CONTENT SLAVE, I’M A FUCKING MAN.
I GOT A KID. I GOT BILLS. I GOT PAIN.
AND I’M GONNA PUT IT IN A SONG AGAIN AND AGAIN.
SO BAN ME. BLOCK ME. DO WHAT YOU DO.
I’LL POST IT ON A WALL, I’LL SCREAM IT TO YOU.
‘CAUSE MUSIC AIN’T YOURS. IT NEVER WAS.
IT BELONGS TO US. AND WE DON’T GIVE A FUCK

[Outro - Whisper]
Not for the algorithm.
For the people.
mic drop[End]

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"NOT FOR THE ALGORITHM" Willabeat style - 150bpm, hard drums, distorted 808s, no filter *_ [Sound: YouTube upload failed notification] Content ID: BLOCKED Reason: "Not advertiser friendly" Fuck your guidelines[Intro] Yo YouTube wanna pick and choose what gets seen Demonetize the truth, push the fake and the clean My songs get flagged ‘cause I said what I feel But some prank video with 10 mil? That shit’s real? I’m not a product, I’m not a fucking brand deal I’m a man with a mic and some shit that’s real You want PG, I’m rated R You want safe, I’m walking on the edge of a scar DistroKid put it out, you decide not to show ‘Cause I cursed twice and talked about shit you don’t know This ain’t content farm, this ain’t clickbait shit This is blood, sweat, 3AM lyrics I AIN’T WRITING FOR YOUR ALGORITHM I AIN’T SINGING FOR YOUR ADVERTISERS I SAY WHAT THE FUCK NEEDS SAYING IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT THEN DON’T PLAY IT I’M NOT YOUR PUPPET I’M NOT YOUR CLOWN YOU CAN BURY THE VIDEO BUT YOU CAN’T BURY THE SOUND “Community guidelines” but whose community? ‘Cause last I checked this was supposed to be free I got songs about struggle, songs about rage Songs about being a dad, songs about the cage And you’re telling me that’s “not suitable for all”? Fuck that. Art ain’t supposed to fit in a box, y’all Spotify cool, Apple cool, but you? You’re gatekeeping voices that are trying to be true I don’t need your trending page, don’t need your boost I need ears that listen, not bots and the views So shadowban me, suppress me, do what you do The music’s still coming and it’s coming for you I AIN’T WRITING FOR YOUR ALGORITHM I AIN’T BEGGING FOR YOUR VIEWS I’M SAYING WHAT THE FUCK NEEDS SAYING AND YOU CAN’T CENSOR THE TRUTH BLOCK ME, BAN ME, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK I’LL POST IT SOMEWHERE ELSE BECAUSE THE MUSIC DON’T STOP Yeah they picked my songs like they’re on a fucking menu “This one’s fine, this one’s too real, we can’t do it” I poured my soul in a WAV file And you sent it back with a “restricted” title I talk about bills, about loss, about being a dad at 5AM You want dance challenges and shit that trends again I’m not a brand ambassador, I’m not your fucking mascot I’m an artist, and I’m tired of asking for a goddamn slot You’ll promote the drama, promote the fake fights But the moment I’m honest? “Sorry, not advertiser rights” Keep your pennies, keep your plaques I’d rather have 100 real ones than a million fake claps I SAID I’M NOT FOR SALE I SAID I’M NOT YOUR TOY I SAID I’M NOT GONNA SHUT THE FUCK UP JUST TO MAKE YOU A DOLLAR, BOY YOU CAN FLAG IT, YOU CAN HIDE IT YOU CAN BURY IT IN THE SEARCH BUT THE TRUTH DON’T NEED YOUR PERMISSION TO GET OUT AND DO ITS WORK[Hook [- Spoken over static] To YouTube: To Spotify: To Apple: To TikTok: Fuck your trending tab, I don’t need that shit I got real pain in my verses and you can’t monetize it You’ll push some 12-year-old doing lip sync dances But flag me for talking ‘bout my second chances I’m not here to be family friendly I’m here to be fucking honestly If a kid hears this and feels less alone Then your ad revenue can go to hell, leave me alone They say "think of the advertisers" What about the fucking artists? We built your platform, brick by brick With our blood, our tears, and our 3AM hits Now you’re telling me what I can and can’t say So some car company don’t get mad one day? Nah. I’m not a commercial. I’m not a jingle. I’m a man with a message and I’m gonna fucking sing it Shadowbanned, demonetized, suppressed in the feed But I’m still up at night writing ‘cause I fucking need To get this out. To say my piece. To let other dads and broken people find some peace You can hide the video, but you can’t hide the truth The truth travels mouth to mouth, that’s the real proof So keep your blue check, keep your partner program I got something you’ll never buy: a fucking backbone YouTube wants music? Here’s music Raw, uncut, no fucking edits Cuss words, real words, dad words, mad words The shit you don’t hear on the radio ‘cause it hurts I’m not making content. I’m making art. And art is messy. Art is dark. Art is 5AM crying and still showing up Art is telling the truth when it’s hard as fuck So to every platform that thinks they own me To every exec in a suit on a Zoom call You don’t own my voice. You don’t own my story. You can take the views but you can’t take the glory Of knowing I said what needed to be said Even when you tried to bury me instead This song is for the ones who got deleted For the ones who got silenced and still completed I’M CODY. I’M REAL. I’M NOT A BRAND. I’M NOT YOUR CONTENT SLAVE, I’M A FUCKING MAN. I GOT A KID. I GOT BILLS. I GOT PAIN. AND I’M GONNA PUT IT IN A SONG AGAIN AND AGAIN. SO BAN ME. BLOCK ME. DO WHAT YOU DO. I’LL POST IT ON A WALL, I’LL SCREAM IT TO YOU. ‘CAUSE MUSIC AIN’T YOURS. IT NEVER WAS. IT BELONGS TO US. AND WE DON’T GIVE A FUCK [Outro - Whisper] Not for the algorithm. For the people. mic drop[End]

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