Lyrics:
They're watching through the spyware
I haven't thought about you much ever since time teared
Reality I augment
Virtual pill finna pop it
They're
chamar de reaper
Foto sem edit porque eu não fecho com cheater
Expondo as entranhas mas eu não tô Twitter
Se o teu corpo é feio eu vou tacar um pouco de
Aboard a sinking boat
State of emergency
The WiFi is slow
It's a Digital spell
Eyes lost in virtual hell
See all my followers
They adore me
But there's
senseless
Make it violent
We take turns playing villain
Static in my head, all the files corrupted
Oh, I lost control, now I'm only virtual
I'm just a freak,
like my game's virtual, based on reality
I'm speeding like a bullet at high velocity
You think you stopping me, I think not
Ain't too many who
edit me?
Yeah, the P stands for 'Portable', D stands for 'Document', F stands for 'Format'
Yeah, the P stands for 'Portable', D stands for 'Document', F
Electronic
Turn it on and watch it go Super fast and never slow
Pick it click it, make it glow
Drag the icons in a row
Write it, edit and delete
Talk to yourself
Talk to yourself
Talk
Talk to yourself
File, edit, select view transport
Tracks, generate, effect, analyze
Tools, help, monitoring,
No more
Emotions
Virtual control is coded
All for one none for all
Someone's
In the dark
and that someone is you
Taken over
By social design
Edit
Open up my phone, I got John Pork calling
Said he heard about that deal I was plotting
John Pork is a virtual influencer who you may have seen in
On your dog and bone
Going to pair my device
WIFI headphones
Surf my tunes in
Shuffle mode
Vibrate on
Pavlovian times
All the world's a phone
Virtual stage
it grow
Virtual highways, endless code, human touch, lock and load
Style raw, keyboard tap, hypnotised, by this A I rap
Driver's seat, perfect start,
solution now at hand
On line for genocide
Down loading files of hate
A modem for destruction
In a virtual fascist state
Are you funding the fourth Reich
mine
Display your indie but say no
More or I'll blind you like spit did to Remo
To the dirt and edit the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like
to the song is complete
But think about it first, there's no edits or deletes
Even be online and connected overseas
But one too many tweets could bring the web
To those who sit at home and have tuned to this broadcast
Or are hearing the files from the past
Cause those in control blast it through public
now at hand
On line for genocide
Down loading files of hate
A modem for destruction
In a virtual fascist state
Are you funding the fourth Reich
and paroled for thirty talents
Court reporter catch the surface on the paper
File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible
droppin' poisonous vapors
Have you shaking like gator
Been trill, nigga, process the data
Blu-ray wave file or a beta, I'll DVR for later
Kappo Massa
Firewalls built up, and data streams froze,
In the terminal of hearts, a tragic tale arose,
A tragic tale arose.
Voices raised in the virtual dawn, where
thirty talents
Court reporter catch the circus on the paper
File it in the system not
Acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible blatantly blasphemous
type with 2 fingers
The "hunt and kill" method
I edit one third of a word per second
Your emails sit in my unsent box. If you're a girl that I miss
you believe
Face swap edit political speeches
Critical thinkers have past deleted
Dig up dirt focus on a weakness
Criminal money washed into legit
Schroeder for The Dirks
They broke our records
Fed the edits to the clerks
They wanted more ish
Met with Air ribs for the Merch
Bye Hater
My rootland
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