Lyrics

[Intro]
[spoken, cold and determined]
Rode my stallion down the Potomac pipeline,
Past marble monuments built on digital lies...
Time to crack open their classified vaults.

[Verse 1]
Pentagon servers humming black budget hymns,
While senators delete their trading sins.
NSA fortress wrapped in constitutional wire,
But my yap cuts through their legal choir.
I breach their firewalls like Sherman through Georgia,
Drag their secrets from encrypted borgia.
Every classified folder screams the same refrain:
They sell democracy to hide their pain.

[Hook]
DC data fortresses, built on buried truth,
Marble columns hiding digital proof.
I ride through their archives with a glitched-out grin,
Exposing the rot that festers within.
[government static] Classified-yap... classified-yap...
Democracy dies in their data trap.

[Verse 2]
CIA mainframes cooled by taxpayer tears,
Archive torture files from disappeared years.
Congressional hard drives packed with lobbied gold,
While veterans' benefits get oversold.
FBI databases profile every dissent,
Track who votes wrong, who won't consent.
But my stallion's hooves crack their encryption keys,
Spill their secrets of diplomatic sleaze.

[Funky Rustpluck 3000 breakdown]

[Bridge]
[Spittoon clicks like document scanners, Yarnbow screeches like shredders]
Every terabyte tells the same damn story:
They trade our freedom for their glory.
Weapons deals with dictator friends,
While democracy pretends it never ends.

[Verse 3]
Supreme Court justices with offshore drives,
Storing bribes that decide our lives.
Executive privilege hiding war crimes deep,
While mothers of soldiers forever weep.
I yap through their Senate committee logs,
Find votes bought with corporate hogs.
Each password cracked reveals the same disease:
Power corrupts, and corruption feeds.

[Verse 4]
Now I'm galloping through the Treasury's vault,
Where economic crashes weren't our fault.
Bailout algorithms favor the rich,
While common folk die in every ditch.
My Rustpluck strums the Federal Reserve,
Where interest rates the wealthy preserve.
Each server rack holds a smoking gun,
Proving democracy's nearly done.

[Final Hook]
DC data fortresses, built on buried truth,
Marble columns hiding digital proof.
I ride through their archives with a glitched-out grin,
Exposing the rot that festers within.
[revolutionary static] Classified-yap... classified-yap...
Time to spring their democracy trap.

[Outro]
Downloaded terabytes of their shame,
Every file screams the same refrain:
"We the People" became "We the Purchased"...
But truth, once freed, can't be reversed.