Unknown Unit's - Burn the Trash (WaxCleanUpCentr Tribute)

Phonk Rave, Momemtum, Digital, Head Nodding

(Verse 1)
We roam the chain where tokens spawn by night,
Endless NFTs, lost beyond the light.
Old forgotten mints from projects long gone,
Cluttering the chain as they linger on.
But we’ve got fire in our hands, a purge to make,
Send that junk up — watch the ashes wake.
(Pre-Chorus)
No more wallets filled with worthless coins,
No more bots trying to break the joints.
Legit users rise, side by side,
Together we clean — we turn the tide.
(Chorus)
Burn the trash, let it fly, ashes to the wind —
CleanupCentr’s calling, let the real games begin.
Trash goes down, new hope is born,
Mint the clean — we rise at dawn.
For every NFT that fades away,
We earn Cinder tokens — brighter than yesterday.
TRASH to dust, we set the record straight —
A fresh start for WAX, we shape our fate.
(Verse 2)
Tomatoe, Beatz, and Bananaz in hand,
Fueling up the cycle as we clean the land.
Ecosystem growing with the crew involved,
Every little token with a role to solve.
Community strong, and Maestro is on guard,
Keeping things fair when the grind gets hard.
(Pre-Chorus)
No more spam, no more fake supply,
Only honest hands that reach for sky.
Together we stand, a rising tide,
CleanupCentr crew — unified.
(Chorus)
Burn the trash, let it fly, ashes to the wind —
CleanupCentr’s calling, let the real games begin.
Trash goes down, new hope is born,
Mint the clean — we rise at dawn.
For every NFT that fades away,
We earn Cinder tokens — brighter than yesterday.
TRASH to dust, we set the record straight —
A fresh start for WAX, we shape our fate.
(Bridge)
Ashes fall but hope ignites,
In the ashes, future’s bright.
No more clutter, no more lies,
Just clean blocks and open skies.
(Breakdown)
Trash, Tomatoe, Beatz, Bananaz — turned to nothing but flame,
We reclaim the chain — cleanup’s not a game.
Cinder rising from the ashes — born anew, unchained,
CleanupCentr forever — clean, fair, unafraid.
Burn the trash, let it fly, ashes to the wind —
CleanupCentr’s calling, let the real games begin.
From TRASH to dust, we rise and stand,
WAX reborn by many hands.
Clean the chain, reclaim the space,
Cinder in hand — a new day we embrace.

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(Verse 1) We roam the chain where tokens spawn by night, Endless NFTs, lost beyond the light. Old forgotten mints from projects long gone, Cluttering the chain as they linger on. But we’ve got fire in our hands, a purge to make, Send that junk up — watch the ashes wake. (Pre-Chorus) No more wallets filled with worthless coins, No more bots trying to break the joints. Legit users rise, side by side, Together we clean — we turn the tide. (Chorus) Burn the trash, let it fly, ashes to the wind — CleanupCentr’s calling, let the real games begin. Trash goes down, new hope is born, Mint the clean — we rise at dawn. For every NFT that fades away, We earn Cinder tokens — brighter than yesterday. TRASH to dust, we set the record straight — A fresh start for WAX, we shape our fate. (Verse 2) Tomatoe, Beatz, and Bananaz in hand, Fueling up the cycle as we clean the land. Ecosystem growing with the crew involved, Every little token with a role to solve. Community strong, and Maestro is on guard, Keeping things fair when the grind gets hard. (Pre-Chorus) No more spam, no more fake supply, Only honest hands that reach for sky. Together we stand, a rising tide, CleanupCentr crew — unified. (Chorus) Burn the trash, let it fly, ashes to the wind — CleanupCentr’s calling, let the real games begin. Trash goes down, new hope is born, Mint the clean — we rise at dawn. For every NFT that fades away, We earn Cinder tokens — brighter than yesterday. TRASH to dust, we set the record straight — A fresh start for WAX, we shape our fate. (Bridge) Ashes fall but hope ignites, In the ashes, future’s bright. No more clutter, no more lies, Just clean blocks and open skies. (Breakdown) Trash, Tomatoe, Beatz, Bananaz — turned to nothing but flame, We reclaim the chain — cleanup’s not a game. Cinder rising from the ashes — born anew, unchained, CleanupCentr forever — clean, fair, unafraid. Burn the trash, let it fly, ashes to the wind — CleanupCentr’s calling, let the real games begin. From TRASH to dust, we rise and stand, WAX reborn by many hands. Clean the chain, reclaim the space, Cinder in hand — a new day we embrace.

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