The Feed
Conscious hip-hop, underground hip-hop, glitch, glitchy, reversed audio sample, news broadcast,socially aware, atmospheric, 82 BPM, kick drum, muted upright bass,Male rapper, measured delivery, cold, observational,
Razmabila·4:29
4:29
The Feed
Conscious hip-hop, underground hip-hop, glitch, glitchy, reversed audio sample, news broadcast,socially aware, atmospheric, 82 BPM, kick drum, muted upright bass,Male rapper, measured delivery, cold, observational,
Creator: RazmabilaRelease Date: April 14, 2026
Lyrics
[Intro — Spoken, radio broadcast effect]
"This is WDMC News Radio, coming to you live from election headquarters.
Polls have now closed across forty-seven states.
A record hundred and fifty-eight million ballots cast tonight.
Our data team is projecting — [static] — I'm sorry, our analysts confirm results are arriving faster than expected.
Faster than the votes, in some cases.
Stay with us. The numbers are in.
They have been for some time."
[Hook]
The feed's a leash that feels like a right
The algorithm chose your candidate last night
Six in ten already know the signal's fake
Still scrolling just to feel a little wide awake
[Verse 1]
He checks the phone before he checks his mirror
The news arrives pre-seasoned by a filter
Two doors down, his neighbor's living in another country
Same zip code, same zip, different discovery
Like juries that were seated by the prosecutor
Your opinion was the product, not the purchaser
Cambridge mapped the psych before the votes were opened
Eighty-seven million profiles, walls wide open
Wider than you thought.
Going viral means the code don't ask permission
It copies you and spreads into the next election
Like a flu that learned to read your predispositions
Marketplace of ideas, now it's pay per click
The ballot's real. The choice was wired before the switch.
Wired.
The polling station's just a place you flipped a switch.
[Hook]
The feed's a leash that feels like a right
The algorithm chose your candidate last night
Six in ten already know the signal's fake
Still scrolling just to feel a little wide awake
[Spoken — Spoken, radio broadcast effect]
"We're going now to our digital desk for a social media update.
Tonight's candidates generated a combined 2.4 billion impressions across all platforms.
The most-shared content of the evening: unverified.
The most-clicked headline this hour has since been retracted — but it has already been seen by forty million people.
Analysts note that by the time a correction travels as far as a rumor, the polls are already closed.
Campaign ad spending tonight exceeded two hundred million dollars — the majority purchased from the same platforms now under investigation.
We'll have more as the numbers come in.
The numbers are performing well."
[Verse 2]
The senator's not talking to his district now
He's talking to a metric, to a trending cloud
Outrage clicks like quarters in a vending slot
Policy gets buried by the rhetoric
Harris spent a hundred thirteen million on the Meta
Not for truth, for targeting, for reaching through the data
Democracy's a product in the A/B testing room
Which version of the truth gets clicked, which gets consumed
The deepfake blinks and speaks with someone's stolen face
Your eyes vote yes but your eyes can't verify the base
Your grandmother believes the clip the anchor left her
It wasn't real.
Free press became the feed, now truth is on its knees
The Athenian with a phone still votes for Socrates
Trillion pages, still the answer's just a rumor
The library burned but everybody's screaming louder
[Hook]
The feed's a leash that feels like a right
The algorithm chose your candidate last night
Six in ten already know the signal's fake
Still scrolling just to feel a little wide awake
[Verse 3]
They promised us the printing press but built a mirror
Not a window to the world, just your face clearer
Spring of Arab voices, then the winter of control
The same wire carried freedom and the axe below
Tom Paine ran the presses in the cold, no battery
Got the battery, lost the Common Sense
Doomscrolling through the ash of what the vote once meant
Two billion thumbs and none of them know what was sent
The town hall's dead, the comments section took the seat
Nobody's listening.
The republic got its WiFi but forgot its speech.
The signal's five bars, the silence is complete.
[Hook]
The feed's a leash that feels like a right
The algorithm chose your candidate last night
Six in ten already know the signal's fake
Still scrolling just to feel a little wide awake
[Outro]
The feed refreshes, pulls another wave of heat
The town square's locked, the comment section on repeat
You check the phone, he checks, she checks, the cycle's clean
The vote's still counted, somewhere, by a machine.
"This is WDMC News Radio, coming to you live from election headquarters.
Polls have now closed across forty-seven states.
A record hundred and fifty-eight million ballots cast tonight.
Our data team is projecting — [static] — I'm sorry, our analysts confirm results are arriving faster than expected.
Faster than the votes, in some cases.
Stay with us. The numbers are in.
They have been for some time."
[Hook]
The feed's a leash that feels like a right
The algorithm chose your candidate last night
Six in ten already know the signal's fake
Still scrolling just to feel a little wide awake
[Verse 1]
He checks the phone before he checks his mirror
The news arrives pre-seasoned by a filter
Two doors down, his neighbor's living in another country
Same zip code, same zip, different discovery
Like juries that were seated by the prosecutor
Your opinion was the product, not the purchaser
Cambridge mapped the psych before the votes were opened
Eighty-seven million profiles, walls wide open
Wider than you thought.
Going viral means the code don't ask permission
It copies you and spreads into the next election
Like a flu that learned to read your predispositions
Marketplace of ideas, now it's pay per click
The ballot's real. The choice was wired before the switch.
Wired.
The polling station's just a place you flipped a switch.
[Hook]
The feed's a leash that feels like a right
The algorithm chose your candidate last night
Six in ten already know the signal's fake
Still scrolling just to feel a little wide awake
[Spoken — Spoken, radio broadcast effect]
"We're going now to our digital desk for a social media update.
Tonight's candidates generated a combined 2.4 billion impressions across all platforms.
The most-shared content of the evening: unverified.
The most-clicked headline this hour has since been retracted — but it has already been seen by forty million people.
Analysts note that by the time a correction travels as far as a rumor, the polls are already closed.
Campaign ad spending tonight exceeded two hundred million dollars — the majority purchased from the same platforms now under investigation.
We'll have more as the numbers come in.
The numbers are performing well."
[Verse 2]
The senator's not talking to his district now
He's talking to a metric, to a trending cloud
Outrage clicks like quarters in a vending slot
Policy gets buried by the rhetoric
Harris spent a hundred thirteen million on the Meta
Not for truth, for targeting, for reaching through the data
Democracy's a product in the A/B testing room
Which version of the truth gets clicked, which gets consumed
The deepfake blinks and speaks with someone's stolen face
Your eyes vote yes but your eyes can't verify the base
Your grandmother believes the clip the anchor left her
It wasn't real.
Free press became the feed, now truth is on its knees
The Athenian with a phone still votes for Socrates
Trillion pages, still the answer's just a rumor
The library burned but everybody's screaming louder
[Hook]
The feed's a leash that feels like a right
The algorithm chose your candidate last night
Six in ten already know the signal's fake
Still scrolling just to feel a little wide awake
[Verse 3]
They promised us the printing press but built a mirror
Not a window to the world, just your face clearer
Spring of Arab voices, then the winter of control
The same wire carried freedom and the axe below
Tom Paine ran the presses in the cold, no battery
Got the battery, lost the Common Sense
Doomscrolling through the ash of what the vote once meant
Two billion thumbs and none of them know what was sent
The town hall's dead, the comments section took the seat
Nobody's listening.
The republic got its WiFi but forgot its speech.
The signal's five bars, the silence is complete.
[Hook]
The feed's a leash that feels like a right
The algorithm chose your candidate last night
Six in ten already know the signal's fake
Still scrolling just to feel a little wide awake
[Outro]
The feed refreshes, pulls another wave of heat
The town square's locked, the comment section on repeat
You check the phone, he checks, she checks, the cycle's clean
The vote's still counted, somewhere, by a machine.