[Intro] [Verse 1] You slipped in through sovereign debt corridors, buying ministries with interest rates that never sleep. Nations signed with trembling hands, not knowing the ink was your shadow. [Verse 2] You executed the tech heist in daylight — a quiet stock split here, a hostile boardroom coup there. No alarms went off. Only market tickers bleeding green in your favor. [Verse 3] You own the quantum mesh under the ocean — data doesn’t just pass through, it kneels for clearance. Space logistics, drone freight lanes, encrypted rare-earth supply chains — all waiting for your coded approval. [Verse 4] In bio-reality labs, you lease perception itself. Eyes don’t see without paying royalties. Generative humans? Your patents grow them in synthetic wombs already indebted to you before birth. [Bridge] They think you trade in numbers… but I’ve seen your real currency: the silence after acquisition, when the last competitor stops breathing. [Outro]