Throw me down, throw me around, tables turn upside down to the sound. We chilling, we feeling the vibes, hands holding a Maß. Green or red ticks up and down don't phase us, not what we're about. At the end of the night sticking together with the crowd. Community, shout it loud. Artwork by William Lindhorst. Poetry by Oyacaro.
Riding on blocks that blow your socks, off and on drops in transaction costs. Philosophise about a thousand times what size chunks should be standardized. Be advised to pass on the vibes, get another baptized. Leave mesmerized, we shooting through the skies. Artwork by Mical Noelson.
Kraftwerk sailed and sealed a deal of community and sex appeal. Rip a seal and reveal a piece, it started overseas. Lease on attention through invention in convention. Ovation in suspension, intention of deep retention. Ascension of Bright Moments shining through dimensions. Artwork by Min Kim.
Table sit, tokens to mint connect in a click. Take a sip grow accustomed in a bit. Meta flesh holds the crowd in a mesh. Very fast our chains be the best, just ask they can attest. Brick by brick we kicking it, we the green stick. Tick by tick a quick flip we in sync. Take a sit and watch the wick get thick. Artwork by Sylvester Zagato.
Grab a soul won't let go, been done by so and so. Roof to blow, we hold we own. Innovation reclamation, digitalized pursuation. Glitch of a code thrown off a road paved by the bold. Clean the mold so has told and reshape the old. Blocks of gold on territory uncontrolled. Artwork by MxMyA.
Emotion made motion, seduction lead river flow to ocean. Soul soothing lotion turn addict to devotion. Waves of commotion stick by the notion, inherent propulsion. Profession of repulsion, thought drawn illusion. Artwork by 3DFraction.
Squiggles and lines, sights in the eyes. Art on the rise put in blocks so divine. Spilling out the bloodline, create and intertwine to online. Craft sharp as crystalline making headlines move the bottom line. Mind taking sweet time on the frontlines chewing clementines. The journey is superfine not worried about finish lines. Art by Drawpistol.
Groovin' to the vinyl while the speakers go haywire. The flow fills your soul as the chain takes you home. Giddy up, we ridin' blocks tonight.
