WHITESIDE — "FUCK PALANTIR" [Intro] (Glitch... dark synth... 808s) Yeah... Whiteside. This one for the surveillance machine. Palantir. Peter Thiel. Turn it up. [Hook] Fuck Palantir, I don't need your eyes, Data in a database, money behind the lies. Peter Thiel, hear the bass when it knock, Build your algorithms, you still can't own thought. Whiteside in the booth, let the whole thing shake, Too much power for a company to take. Map every signal, analyze every file, Still can't buy freedom with a billion-dollar smile. [Verse 1] Big-tech suits with the polished presentation, Surveillance dressed up like innovation. Every click tracked, every movement logged, Whole digital shadow following where I walk. I ain't impressed by a corporate disguise, Put a dashboard on control, it still ain't wise. Money make influence, it don't make truth, And a billion-dollar bank ain't proof of your proof. Peter Thiel, you can keep that grin, I don't worship billionaires because they learned to win. You can measure behavior, predict what I might do, But I'm still a person, not a profile made for you. Whiteside on the mic with the trunkline booming, 808 shake while the whole room's zooming. You can build another server, another data stack, But you can't own my mind and you can't buy that back. [Hook] Fuck Palantir, I don't need your eyes, Data in a database, money behind the lies. Peter Thiel, hear the bass when it knock, Build your algorithms, you still can't own thought. Whiteside in the booth, let the whole thing shake, Too much power for a company to take. Map every signal, analyze every file, Still can't buy freedom with a billion-dollar smile. [Verse 2] Call it optimization, call it efficiency, I'm asking what you're doing with my history. Every search, every purchase, every digital trail, Tell me who gets access when the safeguards fail. People ain't spreadsheets, people ain't numbers, Don't reduce human lives to patterns and clusters. If you want trust, transparency come first, Explain the risks before the system gets worse. Don't hide behind jargon when the questions get real, Don't act like money makes criticism unreal. Whiteside got a pen and a bassline attack, No threats, just pressure every time I rap. Who's watching? Who's collecting? Who's deciding? Who's protecting? That's the question underneath the machine, That's the issue hiding underneath the screen. [Bridge] (Beat drops) Keep your models. Keep your charts. Keep your forecasts. People still got minds. [Verse 3] Peter Thiel, this ain't about personal fame, It's about putting power underneath a microscope frame. You can own companies, you can build your brand, But power deserves questions from the people who stand. Innovation ain't sacred just because it's advanced, Technology still needs limits, oversight, and balance. Don't sell me tomorrow like tomorrow can't hurt, Don't polish every edge till the warning gets blurred. Whiteside speak loud when the room gets quiet, No flames, no threats, just a microphone riot. Every bass hit asking what the system really sees, Every snare hitting hard for digital privacy. So here's my message when the track fade black: Keep your surveillance machine off my back. Keep your dashboards, keep your data maze, I won't trade my freedom for convenience or praise. [Final Hook] Fuck Palantir, I don't need your eyes, Data in a database, money behind the lies. Peter Thiel, hear the bass when it knock, Build your algorithms, you still can't own thought. Whiteside in the booth, let the whole thing shake, Question every system and the power it can make. You can map every signal, analyze every file, Still can't buy freedom with a billionaire's smile. [Outro] Whiteside. Keep the servers. I'll keep my freedom.
