[Intro] [Gravelly Vocals] [Deep Raspy Southern Voice] [Epic cinematic brass stabs] [Heavy slow church bells: BONG... BONG...] [Sound of a match striking] (Ad-libs: Yeah... Ha-ha! BTM... Squirrel Master! We don't just cook it, we live it. Let's get it!) [Verse 1] (Ad-libs: Yeah! / Talk to 'em!) See the blue glow? That’s the color of the hustle (Hustle!) BTM clique, yeah we built a little muscle (Muscle!) 190 Proof, call it liquid inspiration Distribution lines runnin' all across the nation. Trappin' in the fiber-optic streets, keep it low-key Squirrel Master in the kitchen, yeah he got the recipe. (Yeah!) The canopy is mine, I’m the king of the pines Watch the RPM bubble, see the dollar signs... Ha-ha! [Verse 2] (Ad-libs: Monero! / Real talk!) I told 'em "No paper," yeah I only want the XMR (XMR!) Private keys locked, yeah we takin' this stuff far (Way far!) Smuggling on the Hashrate Highways, never slowin' down BTM the only ones that’s really runnin' this town. From the swampy thicket to the oceanic pool (Pool!) If you ain't movin' stealth, boy you lookin' like a fool. (Fool!) I’m turnin' binary bathwater into pure gold! (Let's get it!) [Chorus] (Ad-libs: BTM! / 190!) PAY ME IN XMR, MONERO IN THE BAG! BUSHY TAIL MAFIA, WATCH THE TAILS WAG! RPM BATHWATER, CLEAR AS THE LIGHT BTM RUN THE STREETS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT! ACROSS THE MEMPOOL, YEAH WE MOVING THE LOAD SQUIRREL MASTER GOT THE GAME IN DECODE! [Verse 3] (Ad-libs: Check the pressure! / Yeah!) Look at the gauge, man the pressure’s gettin' high (High!) We the ghost in the machine, we the ones you can’t buy. (Nah!) Oceanic MemPool, yeah we swimming with the sharks Leaving binary bites and the BTM marks. (Marks!) Fiber-optic gutters, yeah we trappin' in the dark One sip of this shine, it’ll give your soul a spark. I’m a motivational speaker for the ones in the woods Squirrel Master really out here deliverin' the goods! [Bridge] (Ad-libs: You hear that? / That's the sound of the streets!) CRANK THE HASH! (Crank it!) STIR THE STILL! (Stir it!) BTM MAFIA, YEAH WE GOT THE WILL! [Epic brass crescendo] [Heavy slow-motion 808 slides] [Outro] (Ad-libs: Ha-ha! / BTM... / 190 Proof, baby...) It’s a marathon, not a sprint. Hashrate Highways... We the untraceable ones. Squirrel Master. (Voice fades: Yeah... keep cookin'...) [Final deep orchestral brass hit] [Mechanical hiss]
