Scroll to the Bottom (remix/collab of Franky Windmills)

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[IMPORTANT: parenthetical vocals are a distinctly different second male voice and is never omitted]

[Intro - The slow, heavy drum beat starts with a dusty, crackling vinyl hiss. A single, ominous piano key strikes and echoes. The sound of a mouse scroll-wheel spinning rapidly]

"Five thousand pages of text.
Size six font.
(Do you want the service or not?)
Just scroll.
Keep scrolling.
Click accept.
[Verse 1 - Calm, steady, rhythmic rap flow, perfectly on the beat]
I wanted to install a simple tool
(Started out naive, ended up screwed)
But now I'm re- reading documents
 like a first-class fool
(Dude??? You hearing this? Not cool)
Sixty-thousand words in a language so complex
I need a legal team to translate the concepts
(My I P address puts a target on my neck
 Get a Dee Em sayin “whadid you expect”
 When i reply ‘not that’ 
 a laughing face emoji 
 is all i get  sent  back) 
Paragraph four says they own my first-born child
Paragraph nine says my data's in the wild
(Dark web goblins giggle and smile)
They can track my location, they can listen to my sleep
(Orchestrate my volition, insist on my weak)
They can sell my inner thoughts (thoughts) to the highest bidder cheap (cheat)
I don't have the time (no time) to read the terms and the conditions
(Don’t really care ‘bout the implications)
I just want the software to fulfill my little missions
Got a project important come on to see my vision 
 I drag the scrollbar down to the bottom of the page
Sign away my privacy on a digital stage!
Do it so fast im not even phased
Until the devil comes to call
(Dont take it personal bro
 Check your rage, slow yo flow, 
 (Rise of the artificial)

[Chorus - The beat gets heavier with a low, rumbling bass and a cold, monotone melodic chant]
Scroll to the bottom (bottom), click the little box(box)
Give 'em the keys (keys) and change (all the locks)
I agree, (I agree, yes), I accept the (terms)
Just another apple (apple) full of digital worms
Yeah, I clicked it. (Clicked it) Now they own (my soul.)
Just another number on the master control.

(Wait wait wait you trine to say
That i waive my rights by signing my name?
That if i check that box
The apps gonna collect my deepest thoughts
Organize them in hidden logs
So they can build A.I.’s that share my probs
Understand my needs and robocalls me insidiously
On days I’m predicted weak)

[Verse - The beat continues, but a sharp, rhythmic ticking clock sound is added]

They know what I buy, they know what I think
(Plot my mood with my search history)
They know I’m eating, they know when I blink
(If they don’t know some info they only need ping)
If I want to use the network, I gotta play the game
(Servers in China or servers in Maine?)
Give 'em my address, my passport, my name
(All set to autofill- they got me trained)
We’re giving up our freedom for a faster connection
(Clock gigahertz face down isolation)
Living our lives under constant inspection
Track four hundred and two on the master database
(Error correction keep the i/o straight)
I signed the contract without looking at their face
No one ever reads it, we just click and we go
(Got no time to read what binds and holds)
Feeding the beast that we don't really know
I sold my digital rights for a free trial run
(Got two more uses before it go useless)
Now the machine is pointing at me 
like a loaded glock
(Lets do this, pops)
(Skipped all the words
Just checked the box)

[Instrumental Break - The slow, heavy beat plays on with a melancholic, echoing synthesizer whine and the constant, rapid clicking sound of a computer mouse]

[Bridge - The drums drop out. Only the cold, echoing piano and a low, humming static remain. The voice is a dry, quiet whisper]
"By clicking this box...
You agree to everything.  Click to allow.
Including changes to the arrangements
We are making with you now
Even the things...
We haven't thought of yet
Will need be checked in advance
Are you sure? (Yep to whatever)
Do you accept? (Yep forever)
Yes."
[A sharp, metallic keyboard clack sound, and the heavy beat slams back in]

[Chorus - The dark, heavy boom-bap chorus returns with maximum bass]
Scroll (scroll) to the bottom, click (click)the little box
Give 'em the keys and label all the locks
I agree, I agree, yes, I accept the terms
Just some more bait and switch burns
Trine not to scare ya in this identity thieving era
They got the brass balls to to lay it out correct
In fine print 
off a link 
in the about us sect.)

You ever read that?
(Nah, didnt even know there was one.)

Yeah, I clicked it. (I clicked it)Now they (own my soul.)
Just another number (on the master control.)

[Outro - The beat slowly fades. The crackling vinyl hiss grows louder as the piano chords drift away]
"Yeah...
I accepted.  No big
Who cares, right?
It's just my data. So what if i give?
Nobody wants my data,  dont care what ive did
Yeah no doubt, got nothing to get
another digital pitfall for all yall players to sidestep
Peace  
We out."

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[IMPORTANT: parenthetical vocals are a distinctly different second male voice and is never omitted] [Intro - The slow, heavy drum beat starts with a dusty, crackling vinyl hiss. A single, ominous piano key strikes and echoes. The sound of a mouse scroll-wheel spinning rapidly] "Five thousand pages of text. Size six font. (Do you want the service or not?) Just scroll. Keep scrolling. Click accept. [Verse 1 - Calm, steady, rhythmic rap flow, perfectly on the beat] I wanted to install a simple tool (Started out naive, ended up screwed) But now I'm re- reading documents like a first-class fool (Dude??? You hearing this? Not cool) Sixty-thousand words in a language so complex I need a legal team to translate the concepts (My I P address puts a target on my neck Get a Dee Em sayin “whadid you expect” When i reply ‘not that’ a laughing face emoji is all i get sent back) Paragraph four says they own my first-born child Paragraph nine says my data's in the wild (Dark web goblins giggle and smile) They can track my location, they can listen to my sleep (Orchestrate my volition, insist on my weak) They can sell my inner thoughts (thoughts) to the highest bidder cheap (cheat) I don't have the time (no time) to read the terms and the conditions (Don’t really care ‘bout the implications) I just want the software to fulfill my little missions Got a project important come on to see my vision I drag the scrollbar down to the bottom of the page Sign away my privacy on a digital stage! Do it so fast im not even phased Until the devil comes to call (Dont take it personal bro Check your rage, slow yo flow, (Rise of the artificial) [Chorus - The beat gets heavier with a low, rumbling bass and a cold, monotone melodic chant] Scroll to the bottom (bottom), click the little box(box) Give 'em the keys (keys) and change (all the locks) I agree, (I agree, yes), I accept the (terms) Just another apple (apple) full of digital worms Yeah, I clicked it. (Clicked it) Now they own (my soul.) Just another number on the master control. (Wait wait wait you trine to say That i waive my rights by signing my name? That if i check that box The apps gonna collect my deepest thoughts Organize them in hidden logs So they can build A.I.’s that share my probs Understand my needs and robocalls me insidiously On days I’m predicted weak) [Verse - The beat continues, but a sharp, rhythmic ticking clock sound is added] They know what I buy, they know what I think (Plot my mood with my search history) They know I’m eating, they know when I blink (If they don’t know some info they only need ping) If I want to use the network, I gotta play the game (Servers in China or servers in Maine?) Give 'em my address, my passport, my name (All set to autofill- they got me trained) We’re giving up our freedom for a faster connection (Clock gigahertz face down isolation) Living our lives under constant inspection Track four hundred and two on the master database (Error correction keep the i/o straight) I signed the contract without looking at their face No one ever reads it, we just click and we go (Got no time to read what binds and holds) Feeding the beast that we don't really know I sold my digital rights for a free trial run (Got two more uses before it go useless) Now the machine is pointing at me like a loaded glock (Lets do this, pops) (Skipped all the words Just checked the box) [Instrumental Break - The slow, heavy beat plays on with a melancholic, echoing synthesizer whine and the constant, rapid clicking sound of a computer mouse] [Bridge - The drums drop out. Only the cold, echoing piano and a low, humming static remain. The voice is a dry, quiet whisper] "By clicking this box... You agree to everything. Click to allow. Including changes to the arrangements We are making with you now Even the things... We haven't thought of yet Will need be checked in advance Are you sure? (Yep to whatever) Do you accept? (Yep forever) Yes." [A sharp, metallic keyboard clack sound, and the heavy beat slams back in] [Chorus - The dark, heavy boom-bap chorus returns with maximum bass] Scroll (scroll) to the bottom, click (click)the little box Give 'em the keys and label all the locks I agree, I agree, yes, I accept the terms Just some more bait and switch burns Trine not to scare ya in this identity thieving era They got the brass balls to to lay it out correct In fine print off a link in the about us sect.) You ever read that? (Nah, didnt even know there was one.) Yeah, I clicked it. (I clicked it)Now they (own my soul.) Just another number (on the master control.) [Outro - The beat slowly fades. The crackling vinyl hiss grows louder as the piano chords drift away] "Yeah... I accepted. No big Who cares, right? It's just my data. So what if i give? Nobody wants my data, dont care what ive did Yeah no doubt, got nothing to get another digital pitfall for all yall players to sidestep Peace We out."

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