Young RJ, Mega Ran, MC Frontalot - Algorithm lyrics

I remember hustling hard
Street teaming night and day
Sticking show flyers in
Between car wiper blades
Some might keep em,  most get tossed away
We would do it for free
Nowadays you gotta pay
We figure out the games they just
Raise up the stakes
Cause some days I wonder if it’s
Even worth the chase
Invisible metrics, playing catch up in a race
Post a pic that don’t get love I just erase
Making musics like half of the battle
I Wanna sell records
But I don’t wanna haggle
I tell you this game ain’t for the fragile
One minute they gas you
Then they looking past you what a hassle
Man I appreciate the listen
But Who Sampled listings
Be downright snitchin' every time I think I
Almost close the distance
They move the goal post, damn that algorithm

Like that follow that
Share that tweet that

I try to spread a little bit of wisdom

Post that keep that
Gimme that feedback

And make Something you can play
Up in your system

Post up hold up
No love delete that

So I let the algorithm hit em
(let the algorithm hit em 2x)

Wedding anniversary a hundred likes
New album dropping- couple likes
I’m probably on IG more the rest
Cause it’s all of the pictures
And none of the stress
Most days I don’t have enough time to respond
But, I can drop a fire
Emoji and move right along
Some cats I know they get way too into it
Got the ill filters to cover them blemishes
Tighten the tummy up, fill in the beard
Beware, objects are much worse
Than they appear they say twitters too fast
And tumblr’s a pass
And Facebook took Russian money for ads
Tik Tok’s the new Vine
Reddit’s full of haters whatsapp WeChat
Google plus was a failure
And they all doin what they
Want with our data
A necessary evil if you’re an entertainer

Melonfarming robots in charge of my discourse

AI pretty smart but it’s piss-poor

Sauce hope it doesn’t get cleverer

I’m a communique endeavor-er

Aiming data at anybody who clicked me once

Button labeled the only rapper who
Admit's that he fronts

Squelched by the math

I post a hundred percent you see half

I post a hundred and ten, you see five

Please, my children need retweets to survive

As do my fragile ego and shallow pride
How come it had to be so, i shall abide

By the terms and conditions therein

Rationale for participating viciously thin

All the same, always on my game, no resonance

Blame algorithms not my waning relevance