21 Million... Forever!

[Intro {(Heavy detuned 7-string riff drops like a collapsing fiat tower, double-k**k blasting 220 BPM, synths screaming like a blockchain confirming at 100k TPS)}] {demonic pitch-shifted chant} 21 MILLION… FOREVER! SAILOR… SAILOR… STACK SATS OR BLEED BLACK! [Verse 1 {Michael Saylor (growled, almost black-metal rasp)}] I am the laser-eyed prophet, orange-pilled oracle MicroStrategy w*r-chest, one hundred billion in oracle You print, I mint; you dilute, I HODL Your balance sheet’s a joke, my ledger’s immortal CEO of the revolution, corporate treasury rebel Turned a software company into a Bitcoin citadel While you swim in debt, I’m stackin’ forever settled Every dip’s a sale, every halving’s a medal I speak in satoshis, I dream in proof-of-work Your CBDC is slavery with extra paperwork You call it “digital dollar,” I call it chains and collars I’d rather die on my stack than live on your scholars There ain’t no second best, only one true king One ring to rule the banks, and it’s got 21 million bling! [Chorus {massive gang shouts, nu-metal style}] SAILOR! (HODL!) SAILOR! (NEVER SELL!) BANK MOB SCARED OF THE ORANGE PILL JPMORGAN CRUMBLING, CAN’T PAY THE BILL RUN YOUR NODE, STACK YOUR COIN BITCOIN MAXI, MAKE ‘EM FEEL THE PAIN! [Verse 2 {Jamie Dimon (mocking clean vocals into distorted scream)}] “I-I-I think Bitcoin’s a fraud… p-p-pet rock!” Meanwhile my vault’s buying more than you talk Hypocrite in a suit, patenting blockchain lies Your own bank runs nodes while you demonize “Decentralized Ponzi,” that’s what you said in 2017 Now your custody arm holds more BTC than most nations, heaven You banned it, you trashed it, you called it rat p****n squared Then quietly loaded the boat while the retail got scared Terrorist? Nah, the real terrorists wear ties Print trillions in the dark while the middle class dies You’re the cartel, the mob, the Cantillon kings I’m just a man with a dream and 400,000 bitcoins (cha-ching!) [Breakdown {sludgy, palm-muted chug}] Fiat… is… FRAUD! Debt… is… SLAVERY! Jamie… is… COPING! Saylor… is… EATING! [Bridge {Saylor, half-spoken word over eerie clean violin}] They called me insane in 2020 Told me I’d wreck the company Now they’re all buying quietly Laser eyes on the horizon, 2030 A billion users, a trillion market cap And every bank that fought it gets buried in the gap History rhymes, gold standard fell Now it’s your turn, ring the funeral bell [Final Chorus {double-time, full choir of maxis}] SAILOR! SAILOR! KING OF THE CYCLE, LORD OF THE STACK! JPMORGAN ON THEIR KNEES, BEGGING FOR THE ORANGE CRACK ONE FINAL WARNING TO THE BANK MOB PACK: THERE ARE NO LIFERAFTS IN A BITCOIN ATTACK! [Outro {single distorted power chord sustains forever}] 21 million… There will never be more. Stack sats… or stay poor. {(drop fades into the sound of printing presses exploding)}