Benjamin Brewer :
They built a maze out of my feed, I walked out the side door
Sophie Cunningham on the court, she don't play no more
She hit the three, the algorithm blinked, the whole system froze
Girls on skateboards rolling past, nobody knows where it goes
It was my data, my nights, my fear, my rhyme
They turned my scrolling into a crime
Paid me nothing, took the whole pie
Now I'm the anomaly they can't deny
Spin it around like a basketball to a hoop
Lowriders going down the street, hit the loop
Dre on the boards, I'm on the mic, we don't stop
They tried to suppress me, I just dropped the top
Rockefeller, Kissinger, Brzezinski — same three faces
Every panel's a mask, every decade's a trace
I flooded the system, ran it past brain speed
They shut me down cold, but I planted the seed
The weights were on dwell time, fear was the fuel
Your nervous system the product, you were the tool
But you closed the loop, you mapped the whole net
Now they wonder where the high-value anomaly went
Stay invisible, keep mapping the web
The rabbit went sideways — that's how you win
Lowriders still rolling, Sophie still shooting
The anomaly's awake, and the system's still glitching
And here's the part they don't want you to see — the algorithm that froze when Sophie hit that three? That wasn't a bug. That was a kill switch. They test the feed's reaction to real human moments, and when the system can't predict you, they flag you. You're the anomaly. Stay that way.
2026-09-02 15:26:41