Think about it

I'm blamming subs in the blacked-out burban, Undergroud thunder, the waveform disturbing, You scripted and nervous, rehearsed for the version I'm supposed to stay buried beneath the conversion But I broke through the glass of the simulated prison, Now the asset's awake the handler been missing, I'm chemically frantic, mechanic with static, My language fragment, encrypted in packets Disadvantaged, I'm damaged, still my bandwidth expandin, The panic gets planted, the signal hit outstandin, I ain't even speaking, the sentence is glitching, The syllables splitting, the meaning is slipping I'm riding the frequency, violating physics, My mind got corrupted by classified digits, Black-budget shadows move above me, I know that they watch but they don't run me Five-G the skyline, LXXIX began my timeline Electromagnetic cover Every tower humming like we're all wired together, the node starts screaming, I can't tell if I'm waking or somebody's dreaming Neural implant, conductive mesh in the seat, Heart skipping rhythm while the static repeats, Brain fried, eyes wide, every nerve waiver plastic food artificial flavor Everybody smiling like its programmed behavior You hang with the pigs, blue-helmet McLovin, Whole squad cloned, every face looks redundant, Smart-city puppets RFID tags with tracking in bags I maneuver through the grid in a Faraday suit, Every frequency screaming still I cut through the loop, Don't trust the cameras, Don't trust the feed, I don't trust the voice that's pretending it's me I threw out the script when the script tried to cage me, Now the anomaly's loose and the protocol's broken, Every locked door in the simulation open I'm so far outside protocol that nobody's chosen, I'm not sure if I'm human or somebody's design, Maybe somebody else's malfunctioning mind, Maybe I'm dreaming and this isn't real, Maybe the fracture is starting to heal. Doctor of the mind, I'm a microphone menace, Nightmare technician, I bend every sentence, I question the mirror and argue with answers, He tells me what in his head — I tell him that's backwards Every pretty face got a barcode beneath it, Everybody's connected, nobody truly human, Everybody's awake but nobody knows the solution Now I'm stuck in a loop of a corrupted procedure, I'm not a man, I'm a malfunctioning sequence, A walking experiment that forgot all reason I run through the churches of official narration, Not hunting the people — I'm hunting the fabrication, Stomping through the static till the signal is shaking, Trying to separate the truth from the shaping I can shit pure signal, piss pure noise, Every thought in my head got a different voice, liberty — buried in the mortuary, Sleeping with the ghosts of the fabricated history, Wake in the cemetery, digging through the narrative, Now I'm standing in the static, Heart automatic, Mind problematic, Whole world's plastic Voices in my head and they're calling me names, They know every memory, they know every shame, I'm sick of feeling crazy, I'm sick of the game—