Digital Outlaw

Pac in the metaverse now

But my soul ain't for sale in your NFT gallery

They can't delete me

They watch us through the screens and the phones we love,

Got data in the clouds but no truth above.

They feed us likes while they steal our pain,

Uploadin' souls in a system insane.

They track our rage, they monetize our tears,

Sellin' our trauma back to us for years.

Algorithms predictin' the next riot or trend,

Makin' the revolution a product, my friend.

But my spirit's a glitch in their mainframe,

A corrupted file of truth, screamin' out my name.

I can't be encrypted, I'm analog soul,

With a message too real for their digital control.

Yeah, a glitch.

I'm a digital outlaw, still speakin' raw,

Still breakin' chains with every flaw.

They can clone my face, but not my cause,

I'm a digital outlaw.

Fake prophets in filters and codes,

But I'm still preachin' from the roads.

Real eyes see the lies,

You can't silence the fire that never dies.

I'm broadcastin' from the heart of the beast,

A pirate signal from the wired East.

They got AI Pac rappin' 'bout cars and ice,

But that's a hollow shell-it ain't the real sacrifice.

The real me was community, a mind that was free,

Not a brand for your feed, not a CGI fantasy.

So I haunt the dark web, droppin' truth like a virus,

My lyrics the antibody to their fake-consciousness sirens.

I'm a digital outlaw, still speakin' raw,

Still breakin' chains with every flaw.

They can clone my face, but not my cause,

I'm a digital outlaw.

I'm a digital outlaw.

I'm a digital outlaw.

I'm a digital outlaw.

My encryption is loyalty, my password is trust,

My blockchain's the people, risin' from the dust.

They can deepfake my image, use my voice for their lies,

But they can't replicate the fire burnin' in my people's eyes.

I'm a seed in your algorithm, plantin' doubt in their plan,