for years i said it loud, machines got no biz making music. a song is one of the last human things we got left. meant it.

maybe still do.

so. here's something i prob shouldn't have made.

a song. about us and @orb rn.

one ask: don't scroll to replies first. don't decide how it's supposed to hit. just press play, full thing, once. then before the principles kick back in, gut check:

when it ended... did it feel like us? or do you just not care?

[Verse 1]

small crew, big heart, we nah chase the noise,

world a-scream all day, but we keep our poise,

won't swallow the hype, won't swallow the lie,

let the whole market run, we watch it fly by.

chief from a cold island, ice in the vein,

cools the fomo wind down, turn the heat to rain.

we live pon a promise: soon come, soon better,

hold the faith, drop the panic, ride out any weather.

[Chorus]

the whole world's screaming "drop it now, market it loud,

promise 'em millions, talk big to the crowd!"

but in orb we stack stickers, call the match, press play,

web3 don't get us, web2 looks away... but we know, we know. we're okay.

[Verse 2]

wake up "gm" post a dark-mode meme,

check the tokens, check the bag, check the team,

did your eleven pull through? did the squad get the win?

fresh cut pon songchain pull it up, let it spin,

how's it sound? cast a vote big it up or boo,

we nuh scroll for the void, nah scroll like they do,

we pull up for the people, the moments, the crew,

no zombie thumbs in orb we show up, we move.

[Chorus]

the whole world's screaming "drop it now, market it loud,

promise 'em millions, talk big to the crowd!"

but in orb we stack stickers, call the match, press play

web3 don't get us, web2 looks away... but we know, we know. we're okay.

[Verse 3]

orb team stay quiet they nuh make a sound,

no shouty roadmap, no hype spinning round,

but every few weeks bam a delivery drop,

faith get re-grounded, watch the doubters stop,

why waste the breath when the build speaks loud?

they talk with the shipping, leave the noise to the crowd,

small mouth, big hands they deliver the goods,

quiet as the night, but they ship like no one could.

[Bridge]

(strip to sub-bass + voice, then horns explode)

we're the web3 avant-garde that no one understands,

but one day they'll carve us in stone where the metaverse stands

an avenue of stars, and we'll shine for one thing alone:

not 'cause we were famous 'cause we built while the rest all went