Algorithm (by Mega Ran)

[Young RJ]
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)

[Mega Ran]
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

[MC Frontalot]
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 admits 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