I Use Omarchy, Btw

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**I USE OMARCHY, BTW — 90s BOOM-BAP**

**[Intro]**
Yo.
From the fruit stand
to the root command.

And somehow...

the oligarchy
is funding Linux now.

Ha.

**[Verse 1]**
Used to rock Apple with the polished tech,
now it’s Arch on the laptop, terminal on deck.
Hyprland bounce, windows snap on beat,
keyboard kung-fu, no mouse in the street.

Click-clack, keycap, shortcut attack,
spent three hours saving one click — that’s facts.

They ask what I’m running, I answer real gladly:

**I use Omarchy, btw.**

Nobody asked.
Still told everybody.

**[Hook]**
Oligarchy got the Linux fund,
big-bank bankroll, penguin having fun.

Cash in the Bash, bucks in the shell,
rich folks funding `pacman` — what the hell?

Oligarchy got the Linux fund,
underdog crew but the checks weigh a ton.

Private jets, public repo,
million-dollar money saying:

“Yo, fix that distro.”

**[Verse 2]**
One guy got billions, one maintains a gem,
one got a boardroom, one got Neovim.

Now they’re in the same room talking open-source code,
one wires the money, one fixes the load.

Used to yell, “Fight the kings!”

Now the kings pull through:

“Nice little project.
Here’s a million for you.”

Linux said:

“Thank you, sir.
Much respect.

Now please don’t touch
my `.config` directory.”

**[Hook]**
Oligarchy got the Linux fund,
cash in the Bash and the kernel goes “run.”

Penguin got paid, terminal got fly,
some accountant asking:

“What’s an Arch, and why?”

**[Verse 3]**
Keep the code lean, convention in the lane,
little red gems doing magic with the train.

Routes stay clean, controllers stay light,
one big app still shipping every night.

No need to name it, you know that rail,
defaults so good that the boring parts sail.

Ship first, talk later, that’s the old-school way,
server sends heat and we call it a day.

**[Break]**
“What OS you use?”

Glad you asked.

“I didn’t.”

Too late.

**I use Omarchy, btw.**

**[Verse 4]**
Left Cupertino for the terminal cave,
traded perfect polish for the freedom to misbehave.

Bluetooth doing jazz, audio on strike,
but when it all works?

Man, I feel like Mike.

Freedom means breaking your own machine,
then fixing one line and feeling supreme.

That’s ownership.
That’s pride.

That’s rebooting twice
and calling it a lifestyle.

**[Bridge]**
Then the commits go green, sun getting low,
yellow blur outside with a twelve-cylinder flow.

No badge, no name, just Italian thunder:

**VROOOOM.**

Bootstrap money doing numbers.

Sant’Agata wink, server room glow,
build it yourself...

then steal the show.

**[Final Hook]**
Oligarchy got the Linux fund,
who saw that coming? Nobody, son.

Apple got the spaceship, Microsoft the cloud,
Linux got rich friends yelling:

“MAKE US PROUD.”

Cash in the Bash, dough in the code,
penguin got funded, fruit hit the road.

And before I bounce, one fact for the chat:

**I use Omarchy, btw.**

Yeah.

You knew that.

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**I USE OMARCHY, BTW — 90s BOOM-BAP** **[Intro]** Yo. From the fruit stand to the root command. And somehow... the oligarchy is funding Linux now. Ha. **[Verse 1]** Used to rock Apple with the polished tech, now it’s Arch on the laptop, terminal on deck. Hyprland bounce, windows snap on beat, keyboard kung-fu, no mouse in the street. Click-clack, keycap, shortcut attack, spent three hours saving one click — that’s facts. They ask what I’m running, I answer real gladly: **I use Omarchy, btw.** Nobody asked. Still told everybody. **[Hook]** Oligarchy got the Linux fund, big-bank bankroll, penguin having fun. Cash in the Bash, bucks in the shell, rich folks funding `pacman` — what the hell? Oligarchy got the Linux fund, underdog crew but the checks weigh a ton. Private jets, public repo, million-dollar money saying: “Yo, fix that distro.” **[Verse 2]** One guy got billions, one maintains a gem, one got a boardroom, one got Neovim. Now they’re in the same room talking open-source code, one wires the money, one fixes the load. Used to yell, “Fight the kings!” Now the kings pull through: “Nice little project. Here’s a million for you.” Linux said: “Thank you, sir. Much respect. Now please don’t touch my `.config` directory.” **[Hook]** Oligarchy got the Linux fund, cash in the Bash and the kernel goes “run.” Penguin got paid, terminal got fly, some accountant asking: “What’s an Arch, and why?” **[Verse 3]** Keep the code lean, convention in the lane, little red gems doing magic with the train. Routes stay clean, controllers stay light, one big app still shipping every night. No need to name it, you know that rail, defaults so good that the boring parts sail. Ship first, talk later, that’s the old-school way, server sends heat and we call it a day. **[Break]** “What OS you use?” Glad you asked. “I didn’t.” Too late. **I use Omarchy, btw.** **[Verse 4]** Left Cupertino for the terminal cave, traded perfect polish for the freedom to misbehave. Bluetooth doing jazz, audio on strike, but when it all works? Man, I feel like Mike. Freedom means breaking your own machine, then fixing one line and feeling supreme. That’s ownership. That’s pride. That’s rebooting twice and calling it a lifestyle. **[Bridge]** Then the commits go green, sun getting low, yellow blur outside with a twelve-cylinder flow. No badge, no name, just Italian thunder: **VROOOOM.** Bootstrap money doing numbers. Sant’Agata wink, server room glow, build it yourself... then steal the show. **[Final Hook]** Oligarchy got the Linux fund, who saw that coming? Nobody, son. Apple got the spaceship, Microsoft the cloud, Linux got rich friends yelling: “MAKE US PROUD.” Cash in the Bash, dough in the code, penguin got funded, fruit hit the road. And before I bounce, one fact for the chat: **I use Omarchy, btw.** Yeah. You knew that.

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