[Intro - Spoken Word, distorted AI voice] User session initiated. Profiling active. Consent... assumed. Welcome to the feed. [Chorus] Yo, check the static on the screen, another glitch in the code They sellin' you a dream while they lightenin' your load Got your data in a stream, got your soul in a hold Twenty-dollar burger, but your story ain't told Fuck the feed, I see the static, it's the only thing that's real They watchin' how you panic, they don't care how you feel Just another packet they can package up and deal Welcome to the game, motherfucker, know the deal. [Verse 1] Anya grips the wheel, another ping on the phone "Priority Order," twelve miles from her home For a seven-dollar fare, she gotta burn her own gas App says "Be efficient," algorithm's on her ass Every turn is tracked, every second gets a score Drop below a 4.8, you don't get trips no more She paid for the service, for the right to get paid Now she's a ghost in their system, a digital slave. [Chorus] Yo, check the static on the screen, another glitch in the code They sellin' you a dream while they lightenin' your load Got your data in a stream, got your soul in a hold Twenty-dollar burger, but your story ain't told Fuck the feed, I see the static, it's the only thing that's real They watchin' how you panic, they don't care how you feel Just another packet they can package up and deal Welcome to the game, motherfucker, know the deal. [Verse 2] Dre hits the floor, the scanner flashes green Another twelve-hour shift, a human-powered machine Got a tracker on his wrist, measures steps, sweat, and pace A camera in the rafters that's locked onto his face "Productivity metrics," that's the corporate slang Means they own every muscle, every goddamn pang They shut the government down, but the bills don't ever stop He's just a cog in the system, 'til the day that he drops. [Chorus] Yo, check the static on the screen, another glitch in the code They sellin' you a dream while they lightenin' your load Got your data in a stream, got your soul in a hold Twenty-dollar burger, but your story ain't told Fuck the feed, I see the static, it's the only thing that's real They watchin' how you panic, they don't care how you feel Just another packet they can package up and deal Welcome to the game, motherfucker, know the deal. [Verse 3] Ghost writes a lyric, a blueprint, a brand new design Puts his soul on the paper, every word, every line But he feels a cold presence, a whisper in the wire Like a shadow in the code, settin' his whole world on fire He makes a move, they counter. He builds it, they breach. His next big idea is already in their reach. This ain't a fair fight, it's a rigged-ass match Got a backdoor to your brain, with no goddamn patch. [Outro] (Beat breaks down, glitches, distorts) (Sound of distorted news clips about record profits and data breaches) (Sound of a dial-up modem trying to connect, then flatlining into silence)
