The Plug is asking straight up, and so are we. SPIT OR DIE is a mature game — a crime drama about a rapper walking home at 2AM. What's behind this particular door is the drug economy: buying weight, moving product, and everything that comes with it.

Answer honestly. Nothing else in the game is locked either way — the music, the battles, the label, the crew and every other street are all still yours. This choice is remembered, and you won't be asked again.

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Four heads holding it down. Call somebody out, or run through all of them.

The Escalade doors swing open. Two goons step out with that contract — but your hand's already on the steel in your waistband. They freeze.

Made by rappers.

This game was built by artists — people who have been writing and performing for thirty years. Not a studio, not a publisher. Us.

We already rap better than you.

Said in all seriousness, and with love: we have been doing this for three decades. That is exactly why this game has the best multisyllabic rhyme detector on earth. It was built by people who can hear the difference. Get yo bars up.

We do not save your rhymes. We do not share them.

Your bars are not stored, not uploaded to us, and not sent to anybody else. We never receive them. There is no account, no transcript history, and nothing about what you said leaves your device and comes to us — ever.

We would never put your bars in A.I. We hate that.

Nothing you say here trains anything. Not a model of ours, not a model of anybody else's. That is not what this is for. We want you to get better at freestyling — that is the entire point of the game. Your practice belongs to you.

The mic.

We only access your microphone to hear you spit bars. That is the only reason it ever turns on, and only while you are in a battle.

Being straight with you about how the listening works, because it is different on different devices:

• On phones and tablets the transcription runs entirely on your own device — the speech model is downloaded once and does the work locally. Your audio never goes anywhere.
• On a desktop browser the game uses your browser's own built-in speech recognition. That is a feature of the browser, not of this game — and in Chrome and Edge, the browser sends the audio to its own servers to transcribe it. We never see it, and it is not ours, but we are not going to pretend it stays on your machine when it does not. If that matters to you, use the typing option, which is always there.

What we do collect.

Anonymous counts only, so we know whether the game works: which level got finished, whether a verse passed or failed (the verdict word — never the words you said), which screens get opened, and whether you are on a phone or a desktop. No names, no accounts, no audio, no text. Your rap name, your money, your record and your progress are saved in your own browser, not on a server. If you post a score to the leaderboard, that sends your chosen rap name and your career numbers — nothing else, and only when a career ends.

How it was built.

We used our own knowledge of the music industry, the culture, and rhyming to design this. We used Claude to help us mere mortals write the code — this game was vibe-coded by rappers. The rhyme detector engine was built in Python first, then ported to run right here in your browser.

The boring necessary part.

This game is fiction. It is a crime drama in the tradition of the genre and nothing in it is an endorsement of anything. It is provided as-is, for entertainment, with no warranty. Play it, don't sue us.

Cruiser's parked at an angle behind you, spotlight up. An officer's already walking over.

"One check, right now. No lawyers, no waiting on a statement. Tell me how big a piece you're selling and I'll tell you what it's worth."

"Nothing out there can touch what's in here. Tell me what you're putting in — or what you're taking back out."

"Shooter shoots, side money talks. Pass line to play — and keep one eye on the block."

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