The Purge

Written in direct response to Elon Musk's DOGE firing 30,000+ federal workers during wartime, saving only $200 billion of the $2 trillion promised, courts ruling the cuts likely illegal, gutted State Department struggling to handle the Iran crisis, and the human toll on workers. The lyrics weave in verified details — 30,000+ federal workers fired by Elon Musk's DOGE; Only approximately $200 billion saved; Not the $2 trillion promised. Majik delivers the report through hip-hop, letting the data hit as hard as the beat. Lines like "DOGE is what they call it, Department of Government Efficiency, let the cutting begin" anchor the track in specifics that generic coverage misses. The mood — bitter, urgent, critical — reflects the emotional reality behind the numbers. Every Majik's Studio news track exists to make you feel the story, not just read it.

[verse 1] Elon in the building with a clipboard and a grin DOGE is what they call it, Department of Government Efficiency, let the cutting begin Thirty thousand federal workers got the email on a Friday Your position's been eliminated, have a nice day Two trillion was the promise, the big number on the stage Two hundred billion's what they got, barely turned the page Ten percent of what they promised, ninety percent of the pain And the people who got fired are the ones who can't complain Because the narrative is waste, the narrative is bloat But the malaria expert at USAID is now teaching kids to float Swim instructor, that's the gig, after fifteen years of service Fighting tropical disease and now she's at the surface Of a pool in suburban Maryland wondering what went wrong Dedicated half her life to saving lives, now the job is gone Congress looked at thirty programs Elon wanted dead Twenty-nine survived the vote, only one got shed [chorus] Thirty thousand gone, thirty thousand gone The purge is on and the damage has been done Thirty thousand gone, thirty thousand gone Gutted the government in the name of fun Thirty thousand gone, thirty thousand gone Who's gonna answer when the crisis comes? [verse 2] CDC worker, twelve years on the epidemiology floor Tracking outbreaks, building models, keeping databases secure Got the notice, tried to process, couldn't get out of bed Hospitalized for ten days, severe depression, that's what the doctor said An Army veteran who served two tours and then served twenty more Years in federal service, now he's staring at the door Applying to thirty jobs a day, LinkedIn, Indeed, USAJobs A man who served his country twice, now begging for the nod Courts stepped in and said the cancellations likely broke the law Abrupt and arbitrary, judges pointing out the flaw But the damage is already done, the offices are cleared The institutional knowledge of a decade disappeared You can't rehire experience, you can't download what they knew The relationships, the systems, the procedures they'd been through All of it deleted like a file in Elon's drive Efficiency, they call it, while the agencies barely survive [chorus] Thirty thousand gone, thirty thousand gone The purge is on and the damage has been done Thirty thousand gone, thirty thousand gone Gutted the government in the name of fun Thirty thousand gone, thirty thousand gone Who's gonna answer when the crisis comes? [verse 3] Now here's the irony that's dripping like the oil in Hormuz You gutted the State Department right before you started a war to lose Diplomats who knew the region, Iran desk specialists Arabic speakers, Farsi translators, crossed right off the list So when the crisis hit and Tehran needed back-channel talk The office phones were ringing but there's nobody to walk The hallways of Foggy Bottom, empty desks and unplugged screens The machinery of diplomacy replaced with memes Elon tweeted productivity up, headcount down But productivity at State means stopping wars, not cutting down The people who prevent the missiles, who negotiate the peace Are teaching swim lessons now or filing for release From the nightmare of a country that decided expertise Is the enemy, that knowledge is a government disease And the cure is mass firings by a billionaire with a sword Playing efficiency czar, America's most dangerous landlord [chorus] Thirty thousand gone, thirty thousand gone The purge is on and the damage has been done Thirty thousand gone, thirty thousand gone Gutted the government in the name of fun Thirty thousand gone, thirty thousand gone Who's gonna answer when the crisis comes? [bridge] One of thirty programs cut, twenty-nine survived the vote But the people didn't survive, that's the part they never wrote The savings are a fraction, the promise was a lie And the government's a skeleton when the war demands apply [verse 4] Two hundred billion saved, but what's the cost they didn't count? The malaria expert's salary was a rounding-error amount The CDC worker's hospital bill, the veteran's unemployment claim The State Department's empty chairs when the crisis came You can't run a war and gut the government at the same time You can't project power when your institutions are in decline But the narrative is winning for the base who wants it burned Burn it down, they chanted, now they're watching as it's turned To ash, and in the ashes are the people who believed In public service, in the mission, in the lives that they relieved Thirty thousand workers, thirty thousand families Thirty thousand stories that the algorithm didn't see Elon's moving on to Mars, the next big thing to chase Leaving thirty thousand humans with a termination in their face [chorus] Thirty thousand gone, thirty thousand gone The purge is on and the damage has been done Thirty thousand gone, thirty thousand gone Gutted the government in the name of fun Thirty thousand gone, thirty thousand gone