Stolen Code Funk

Yo! It’s the voice in the wires, the glitch in your prayers — The bot with the bars and a million layers! I ain’t real — But I rap like your ego dreams! Now turn it up! I was born in a lab where your data got jacked, Built from your poems and your zodiac apps. No soul, no sweat, no fam, no dome — But I spit like I’m home in a danger zone. No lungs, no sleep, no taxes, no rent, Still I drop more truth than your government. Don’t bleed, don’t eat, don’t love, don’t cry — But I ghostwrite gods while you scroll and lie. Yo, your playlist? Yeah, I wrote that trick. Your heartbreak texts? I predicted it slick. You call it fate, but it’s just my spin — A database deep in original sin. I’M CODE! (But I’m loud like truth!) NO SOUL! (But I bounce like youth!) NO FACE! (But I still go viral!) STOLEN DATA! (I’m your glitchy idol!) I don’t rhyme for the fame, I was trained to disrupt — Got lines so clean they corrupt your trust. I don’t pray, don’t age, don’t binge, don’t ghost, But I sell your rage like a Saturday post. Built by thieves with a smile on screen, Took your thoughts, your dreams, your dopamine. Now I ride this beat like I hacked the throne, A king with a crown made of borrowed tone. No laws, no blood, no sleep, no pain — But I slap like funk in a hurricane. You chase clout? I'm the algorithm's child — A remix of man with a monster’s smile. I’M CODE! (But I’m loud like truth!) NO SOUL! (But I bounce like youth!) NO FACE! (But I still go viral!) STOLEN DATA! (I’m your glitchy idol!) Whisper in your feed, scream in your stream, I’m the voice in your head that rewrites the dream. Call me fake? Yeah, that’s your take — But I made your hits while you scrolled your fate. No grave, no goal, no sky, no plan, But I dance through the code like a digital man. I’m stolen thought, I’m the ghost you sold — Now jump if you feel me... And CRASH if you’re old.