Diary of a blood merchant
(Hook)
Beef on the timeline, cooking bombs with blender
I put the art on the ledger, blood left with the vendor
卖血记, 卖血记
卖血记, 卖血记
(Verse 1)
Playing Yakuza, I'm Tojo Kiryu,
Affiliations I have a few
Come at me loud don't block and cry
My credentials remastered unreal five
Og of ogs, put a tax on your block
Mute my X posts and suck on this cock
My bid ain't contingent on fake art cliches
Colateral on chain, blick anons each day
Cooking up drill beats, exposing clowns
They know whitegrape all over the town
But wallets with intel, refer to 老大
I speak with my chest, 切掉你鸡巴
Backed by the triad, I run 台湾
Money in taizhong, eating 槟榔
My province gives kickbacks, to uncle Xi
There's only one China, we all agree
(Hook)
Beef on the timeline, cooking bombs with blender
I put the art on the ledger, blood left with the vendor
卖血记, 卖血记
卖血记, 卖血记
(Verse 2)
社会主义价值观, 老子垄断市场
无国界，Worldwide, 资本疯狂分散
艺术圈在装逼，嫌弃我是流氓
但你马子 Lowkey，跪着尝我的糖
因为你没法Copy，所以吵着版权
敢来我的胡同，记得买份保险
盗你全家户口，网上疯狂诈骗
卖你去缅甸园区，割了腰子换钱
山寨 JPEGs, rug pull your whole clan
黑社会的微信群, we don't shake hands
Comfy with the Moksha, catching bodies with tunes
From the temples to the 茶馆, money flows to my platoon
Running West from East Asia, it's Return of the Sith
Force pushing pills and powder where the penalty's death
Got Interpol tracing figures from these lyrical refs
But I'm chilling in the 东北, ignoring the chefs.
(Hook)
Beef on the timeline, cooking bombs with blender
I put the art on the ledger, blood left with the vendor
卖血记, 卖血记
卖血记, 卖血记
2. To live
(hook)
活着就好，别谈底线
活着才算，现金变现
老子活着，硬过命
滚蛋你的敏感，别再犯病
(Verse 1)
文革欢迎你，准备改革开放
白左的体制，注定没法至上
资本是私人，管政府怎么说
富强是真理，地主不是恶魔
不懂经济学，就闭上你的嘴
反革命分子，全部打断腿
牺牲你自己，为了社会发展
西方流氓，只会回头发展
特色社会主义，才走四十几年
忘了六四吧，盯着我的钱
民主算个屁，如果经济停止
老百姓的态度，就是不断坚持
毛主席若在，他也会同意
世界的神，还是资本主义
(Hook)
活着就好，别谈底线
活着才算，现金变现
老子活着，硬过命
滚蛋你的敏感，别再犯病
(Verse 2)
I got a white paper for white leftist cucks,
Push climate quotas? You can get fucked.
Open a book, learn what came before
You're inviting oppression with fictional lore.
We don’t need regs to grow and to thrive
Embrace the market, put it in drive.
The future's too vibrant for your pedantry
If you choose statism, I choose Web3.
My children will own your volunteer slaves
You worship the Borg, we surf on the waves.
Post-feudal warlord, impending your doom
While champagne socialists lock down in their room.
Wipe ass with Marx, I’m papering gaps
So bold in my language that pedants all fap.
Anarcho with capital lined to the gills
I breathe in this water while serving white pills.
(Hook)
活着就好，别谈底线
活着才算，现金变现
老子活着，硬过命
滚蛋你的敏感，别再犯病
3. Seventh day
(Intro)
(Sound of wind blowing, a match being struck, faint chanting)
Yeah...
Day Seven.
The mist is thick today.
You looking for a burial plot?
Should have bought Bitcoin.
(Hook)
第七天，灵魂在飘
区块链上，死不掉
烧了纸钱，也买不到
你的平等，是个玩笑
(Verse 1)
Woke up on the seventh with no skin on my face
Looking for that UBI in this cold digital space
You spent a lifetime tweeting 'bout the "fair share"
Now you're a wandering ghost, stripping the hardware.
You thought the state would save you from the final crash?
Death is the ultimate audit of your stash.
No safety nets here, just the silence of the void
Western politics, a drug that got you paranoid.
You screamed for the commune, demanded the tax
But the Reaper’s a capitalist, he deals in the facts.
While you were marching for justice in the streets of LA
I was compounding interest for the Judgement Day.
Naivety is fatal when the heartbeat stops
Socialism dies when the body drops.
(Hook)
第七天，灵魂在飘
区块链上，死不掉
烧了纸钱，也买不到
你的平等，是个玩笑
(Verse 2)
Yu Hua wrote the book, but I coded the sequel
In the land of the dead, man, nobody’s equal.
I got a mausoleum built on an immutable chain
You got a shallow grave washed away by the rain.
You burn joss paper hoping ancestors save ya
I burn ETH on the mainnet, that’s distinct behavior.
See, crypto art is the vessel for the soul's transition
While you rot in the discord asking for permission.
The unburied dead, yeah they cry about "rigged"
'Cause their wallets are empty and their graves ain't digged.
It’s a spiritual hierarchy, based on the keys
Your democratic vote doesn't work on its knees.
So float in the mist, with your moral high ground
I’m in the VIP of the underground.
(Hook)
第七天，灵魂在飘
区块链上，死不掉
烧了纸钱，也买不到
你的平等，是个玩笑
(Outro)
(Fading out)
Your equality...
Just a joke.
Should have bought a plot.
Lǎodà.
(Sound of a heavy stone door closing)