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Yo, check the mic, one two.. is this motherfucker on
Miss Wraith Gutter, back from the great beyond
Thought I saw it all on the concrete battleground
But this new-age bullshit? Turn that fuckin' noise down
Y'all lost your goddamn minds while I was gone
Let's talk about it. Yeah
Used to flip a brick phone, now these kids just stare at glass
Heads down, thumbs bleedin, livin' life too fuckin' fast
FourG, fiveG, what the fuck's the frequency?
A giant goddamn microwave is what this shit looks like to me
Zappin' our brains with signals that you can't see, can't touch
They got you hooked on a digital crutch, it's all too much
Back in the day, the only 'cloud' was in the fuckin' sky
Now it's holdin' all your secrets, every single goddamn lie
They track your every step, from the cradle to the grave
A voluntary prisoner, a perfectly behaved slave
This ain't the future I was promised, this is digital hell
A worldwide open-air prison cell. Fuck it
Welcome to the future, you can have it back
Digital prison, ain't no soul in the track
They push the buttons, we just take the flak
This ain't progress, motherfucker, it's a heart attack
The whole world's trippin' on a silicon chip
Got a goddamn QR code branded on your lip
This ain't living, this is just a counterfeit script
The 21st century can suck my dick
The globe is gettin' warmer, but your hearts are gettin' cold
Another story on the screen, bought and fuckin' sold
They call it 'global warning, I call it 'global greed
Plantin' plastic trees while the real jungles bleed
And it's the same old story with a different fuckin' war
Rich men talkin' peace while they're lockin' up the door
Sending kids with guns to a foreign, dusty land
For a cause they'll never know or fuckin' understand
They fight for oil, for power, for a line drawn in the sand
While a mother back at home can't even feed her fuckin' man
It's all a sideshow, a distraction, a goddamn sleight of hand
To keep the poor folks fightin' in this fucked up promised land
Welcome to the future, you can have it back
Digital prison, ain't no soul in the track
They push the buttons, we just take the flak
This ain't progress, motherfucker, it's a heart attack
The whole world's trippin' on a silicon chip
Got a goddamn QR code branded on your lip
This ain't living, this is just a counterfeit script
The 21st century can suck my dick
And now they got this AI, this artificial shit
Tryna write a rhyme that's supposed to be a hit
You think a machine can feel the struggle and the pain?
The smell of piss in the alley, the acid in the rain?
You can't program soul, you can't download the blues
You ain't paid no dues, you just process the news
So take your fuckin' algorithm and your binary code
I'm the ghost in your machine, about to fuckin' overload
I'm from the era of the real, the raw, the uncut
When you had to have guts to get out of the rut
Yeah
Miss W G. Still here
Still breathin' this microwaved air
Fuck your algorithm
Fuck your new world order
Gutter style.. for the people
90s forever, motherfucker
Peace
Space shit
Hehehe
Miss Wraith Gutter, back from the great beyond
Thought I saw it all on the concrete battleground
But this new-age bullshit? Turn that fuckin' noise down
Y'all lost your goddamn minds while I was gone
Let's talk about it. Yeah
Used to flip a brick phone, now these kids just stare at glass
Heads down, thumbs bleedin, livin' life too fuckin' fast
FourG, fiveG, what the fuck's the frequency?
A giant goddamn microwave is what this shit looks like to me
Zappin' our brains with signals that you can't see, can't touch
They got you hooked on a digital crutch, it's all too much
Back in the day, the only 'cloud' was in the fuckin' sky
Now it's holdin' all your secrets, every single goddamn lie
They track your every step, from the cradle to the grave
A voluntary prisoner, a perfectly behaved slave
This ain't the future I was promised, this is digital hell
A worldwide open-air prison cell. Fuck it
Welcome to the future, you can have it back
Digital prison, ain't no soul in the track
They push the buttons, we just take the flak
This ain't progress, motherfucker, it's a heart attack
The whole world's trippin' on a silicon chip
Got a goddamn QR code branded on your lip
This ain't living, this is just a counterfeit script
The 21st century can suck my dick
The globe is gettin' warmer, but your hearts are gettin' cold
Another story on the screen, bought and fuckin' sold
They call it 'global warning, I call it 'global greed
Plantin' plastic trees while the real jungles bleed
And it's the same old story with a different fuckin' war
Rich men talkin' peace while they're lockin' up the door
Sending kids with guns to a foreign, dusty land
For a cause they'll never know or fuckin' understand
They fight for oil, for power, for a line drawn in the sand
While a mother back at home can't even feed her fuckin' man
It's all a sideshow, a distraction, a goddamn sleight of hand
To keep the poor folks fightin' in this fucked up promised land
Welcome to the future, you can have it back
Digital prison, ain't no soul in the track
They push the buttons, we just take the flak
This ain't progress, motherfucker, it's a heart attack
The whole world's trippin' on a silicon chip
Got a goddamn QR code branded on your lip
This ain't living, this is just a counterfeit script
The 21st century can suck my dick
And now they got this AI, this artificial shit
Tryna write a rhyme that's supposed to be a hit
You think a machine can feel the struggle and the pain?
The smell of piss in the alley, the acid in the rain?
You can't program soul, you can't download the blues
You ain't paid no dues, you just process the news
So take your fuckin' algorithm and your binary code
I'm the ghost in your machine, about to fuckin' overload
I'm from the era of the real, the raw, the uncut
When you had to have guts to get out of the rut
Yeah
Miss W G. Still here
Still breathin' this microwaved air
Fuck your algorithm
Fuck your new world order
Gutter style.. for the people
90s forever, motherfucker
Peace
Space shit
Hehehe