A rapper returns after ten years away with verses on automation, job loss, and Andrew Yang's UBI proposal, asking whether robots will pay taxes or feed the hungry. The song positions the artist's flow as a messianic answer to technological disruption and economic collapse.
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Guys, it's been a long time, over a decade. Let's see if I still got it. All right, let's go. The end was near, I didn't get through, but I ain't guilty 'cause I want you. The demons out the back and can't get through, through. Oh, ain't a job in sight, automation virtualizing me, that ain't right. With nothing else left to do, you better hope the one just come through. Yeah, you be a messiah when I flow, it takes you higher. Robot tech, robot time, human and robot side. I'mma you be a messiah That flow will take you higher. Robo Tech, Robo Time, human and robot side. Andrew Yang said what? Harriet Tubman fed the slaves at night, but will robots pay their dues? Will the taxes come through? Ooh, the tech check. There ain't food tonight, I'm eating metal and scraps. That ain't right, robot abundance can get do. If it doesn't, I know what to do. Yeah, I'mma you be our Messiah and my flow will take you higher. Rubble Tech, Rubble Ties. Yeah, I'mma you be our Messiah. And flow will take you higher. Rubble, Rubble, ties! Human and Rubble, side! Yeah, looks like I still got it, folks. Don't sleep on me, coming back with that super flow.