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Signed Without Me lyrics
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Intro
“State your name for the record.” Funny, somebody already did
Verse 1
Campus compliance, metal chair, ad file on the screen My inbox got a DocuSign trail, but I ain’t seen that green They play a deepfake spot, my smile on “VoltChain” Crypto energy drink, six-month license, forged name Subject line “NIL Activation,” PDF stamped 2:06 Brand deck, wire memo, routing form, all in the mix Left wrist taped, hoodie zipped, I ask who cleared this campaign Counsel says, “The face is yours, but the signature ain’t the same”
Pre-chorus
Cross-exam, yes or no, did you sign that page? Did you voice that ad read, did you set that wage? I hold up my phone with the unread DM chain If consent was never present, who exactly got paid?
Chorus
Judge said, “A license ain’t consent, and a clone ain’t the man” Say it for the cameras in the hall and the brands in the stands Judge said, “A file can move money, but it cannot move blame” I got my own face in discovery, trying to get back my name
Verse 2
Then discovery hit, blacked-out emails, shell LLC Shadow vendor cloning mid-tier kids by category Mass-signing one-sheet deals, arbitration buried deep Booster fund, brand portal, auto-renew while we sleep I call real sponsors, voicemail, then a ghosted thread “They already paid your rep,” that’s the only thing they said Screenshot from my manager, “Funds released, invoice closed” Tax hold notice on the counter where the real truth should’ve showed
Pre-chorus
Who owned the likeness cache, who trained the vocal grain? Who clicked accept on terms so vague they swallowed up my name? Read the clause out loud, line nine, subsection C “You grant all prompt-adjacent outputs.” That was never me
Chorus
Judge said, “A license ain’t consent, and a clone ain’t the man” Say it for the cameras in the hall and the brands in the stands Judge said, “A file can move money, but it cannot move blame” I got my own face in discovery, trying to get back my name
Verse 3
TikTok turned it meme, green-screen laughs, duet chain Fake commercial doing numbers, my real clips in the rain Timestamp, 11:22, the stitch hit 1.4 My season recap got buried while the clone kept asking for more Press room, blue backdrop, note cards and a PR email “Was it AI?” “Are you broke?” every mic want the detail I read a clean statement from the Notes app on my phone But every comment says “nice filter” while the fraud keeps going on
Pre-chorus
Fans want a clean caption, brands want crisis spin Counsel wants the raw files and the payments wired in Tell the room one thing, engagement ain’t the test If the fake gets all the reach, that don’t make the fake correct
Chorus
Judge said, “A license ain’t consent, and a clone ain’t the man” Say it for the cameras in the hall and the brands in the stands Judge said, “A file can move money, but it cannot move blame” I got my own face in discovery, trying to get back my name
Verse 4
Courtroom, oak bench, vendor says I prompted the clone Claims their TOS warned me every output stands alone They wave a clickwrap contract and a change-log on a screen Judge talks delegated power, where the text stops, what it means Trade-law analogies, limits, who can pass the buck How far can broad authority run before the court says enough? My lawyer drops the audit trail, the cash map, revision thread Gavel knock, crowd gasp, fake voice sample ringing in their head
Pre-chorus
Question for the witness, if a tool can forge a deal Can a buried checkbox turn a stolen self to real? Read back the ruling slow so every headline lands Power has a boundary when it reaches someone’s hands
Chorus
Judge said, “A license ain’t consent, and a clone ain’t the man” Say it for the cameras in the hall and the brands in the stands Judge said, “A file can move money, but it cannot move blame” I got my own face in discovery, trying to get back my name
Verse 5
Partial win on paper, injunction, narrow lane But the NIL money vanished through three accounts and a Cayman chain Takedown pending, mirror links up, cloned page still live My fake press clip got ten times more than week five I got an unsigned term sheet, one text from mom, one bank email One crowd shot cheering the copy while the real one exhales Tell the brands and fans direct at the final mic stand “My face got leased before my feet hit the floor.” That’s how they do the brand
Pre-chorus
So mark the exhibit, save the thread, archive every lie If image is a market now, tell me who gets to buy No clean confetti ending, just a record and a scar Somebody still cashing off the version that ain’t ours
Chorus
Judge said, “A license ain’t consent, and a clone ain’t the man” Say it softer over strings while the room don’t understand. Judge said, “A file can move money, but it cannot move blame” Hard stop, kill the feed, put my real name on my name.
Outro
For the record, I was here End transcript
Inside the recording
“State your name for the record.” Funny, somebody already did
Cross-exam, yes or no, did you sign that page? Did you voice that ad read, did you set that wage?
For the record, I was here End transcript
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