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Digits & The Dictators
by Daryl Splitt

VERSE 1
They wanna digitise my life turn my pocket to a screen
Erase the notes I folded now my freedom is quarantined
Tap to buy swipe to sell got us caught inside a loop
With every click tracked down privacys the loot

They say its cleaner quicker safe but read between the lines
Its power they pursue masked in barcode design
No more stash in the mattress no hustle with intent
If they can freeze your balance thats control through consent

Every cent I spends a sensor every code becomes a cage
Theyre digitising dollars but emotional with rage
Your face becomes a passport your habits get mapped
And the minute you dissent boom your access is zapped

HOOK
Cant silence us with silence I got cash in my conscience
Wont be barcoded bloated by some digital nonsense
They want digits I want dignity they print fear I spit symmetry
While they scan and scam the masses I just pen epiphanies

VERSE 2
Cashless aint progress its possession through disguise
Its a leash on the people with a ribbon tied lie
Once we trade in all our notes for a number on a graph
Theyll control when we eat when we speak when we laugh

Central Bank puppets pulling strings in the dark
While they paint us in the media as conspiracy and stark
But I aint scared of facts Im just wary of the plot
When convenience is a cage and your freedoms can be bought

They aint banning cash for kindness its control by design
Try to withdraw your worth and get met with a fine
Your tax now a timeline your wallet now a file
Youre a QR code away from living Guilty til trial

HOOK
Cant silence us with silence I got cash in my conscience
Wont be barcoded bloated by some digital nonsense
They want digits I want dignity they print fear I spit symmetry
While they scan and scam the masses I just pen epiphanies

VERSE 3
They push cashless futures like its progress in disguise
But I see chains in pixels cold control behind eyes
When your moneys a number they hold the master key
Cut the strings fight the system thats the way to be free

Banks got access governments track your every move
Your wallets just a script that they constantly improve
No cash in your hands means no secrets to keep
One glitch one ban and youre sunk gone deep

Its the silent takeover no bang just stealth
Trading freedom for convenience losing our wealth
So Im shouting for the people time to wake from the trance
Keep your cash close stand tall fight back take a stance

HOOK
Cant silence us with silence I got cash in my conscience
Wont be barcoded bloated by some digital nonsense
They want digits I want dignity they print fear I spit symmetry
While they scan and scam the masses I just pen epiphanies


Copyright 2025 (C) Daryl Splitt. All Rights Reserved

Digits & The Dictators

(Intro)
Shitty prison pad. where my story began.
Shitty prison lines. but I’m rising as planned.
Flipped the script. built my lane. made my own claim.
Splitt Records forever. remember the name.

(Hook)
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.
Turn pain into power. make the struggle legit.
From the westside streets. where the dark don’t sit.
Rise from the ashes. every move is a hit.
Grinding through the nights. we don’t break. we don’t quit.
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.

(Verse 1)
Started with my pen and pad. in a shitty prison cell.
Still in the system. but I flipped the script well.
Started Splitt Records. now I’m paving my lane.
Building my empire. bricks stacked from the pain.

Turning struggles to a name. gold mines from my mind.
Some brothers still in the system. some locked behind.
Through the storms and the pain. I’m breaking the chain.
Every move that I make. I’m shaping my fate.

(Verse 2)
Every loss. every scar just fuels my song.
Hustle never stops. I keep grinding strong.
I flip the pain to power. turn the struggle to skill.
From a shitty prison pad. to climbing every hill.

Every move I make. I’m chasing my dream.
Stacking my empire. bricks built from the scheme.
Legacy rising. nothing’s gonna fall.
From the ashes I soar. standing proud and tall.

(Hook)
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.
Turn pain into power. make the struggle legit.
From the westside streets. where the dark don’t sit.
Rise from the ashes. every move is a hit.
Grinding through the nights. we don’t break. we don’t quit.
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.

(Verse 3)
Eyes on the skyline. never looking back.
Every step. every grind. I’m staying on track.
Turned chains into lessons. pain into might.
Every dark night I faced. just sharpened my sight.

Hustle in my veins. ambition in my chest.
Built my own lane. I’m never settling for less.
From the shitty prison pad. to a legacy made.
I spit my truth loud. watch the whole world fade.

(Bridge)
From the lows to the highs. I rise. I revise.
Every battle I’m rattling. keeping dreams alive.
No chains. no restrains. just flames framing my chest.
Author. recorder. disorder — I manifest.

(Hook)
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.
Turn pain into power. make the struggle legit.
From the westside streets. where the dark don’t sit.
Rise from the ashes. every move is a hit.
Grinding through the nights. we don’t break. we don’t quit.
Splitt Records. we don’t follow — we splitt & spit.

(Outro)
From the lows to the highs. I carved my path.
Turned the struggle to power. felt the aftermath.
Bricks stacked from the grind. legacy in my hand.
I rise from the ashes — king of my own land.

Vibes

Caleb L