(Lyrics)

Are you a Cheezehead?

Came from the ends where the feds don't knock,  
Now it's cold wallets, not keys in the lock.  
Man move sly, but the code don’t flop,  
Try breach this ting and your chain gets blocked.  

Cheezeheads, real fam, no trend,  
Move with the fire, no need to pretend.  
Own my path, never needed a lend,  
Now I sign my fate and I push that send.  

Govs chat mad while they print and spend,  
But I flip this weight with a rig and a pen.  
Bare man talk like they run this end,  
But they're lost in debt while we just ascend.  

Opps get loud but it's bare online,  
IRL they ghost, can’t touch my grind.  
I move like wind, no cap, no whine,  
And I still look peng when I tech this time.  

Got drip but I flex low-key,  
Build wealth while they flex on a tee.  
System cracked, I ain’t beggin’ no plea,  
Free all minds that think like me.  

They run mouth while we break them chains,  
Mint my truth while they chase their fame.  
There’s blood in the blocks, I’ve seen real pain—  
But we rise from the dirt like rain on flames.

Are you a Cheezehead?

[Chorus] 
We don’t run, we rise through flames,  
Built from dirt, but we don’t play games.  
Locked out once, now I hold the keys—  
No more chains, just self-made queens.  
They lied to us, now we build our fate,  
Trust in the block, not heads of state.  
Cold on the rise, we don’t beg no peace—  
We’re born to war and die for peace.

Are you a Cheezehead?

(Lyrics)

The Creamed Pirate

Oh, gather 'round and hear the tale,
Of the Creamed Pirate who'd never fail.
Born from a storm where the cold winds blow,
His heart was ice cream, but his fire would grow.
Cheezehead they named him, for in battle he'd stand,
With Bitcoin in his pocket, and freedom in hand.

Oh, the Creamed Pirate sails the sea,
Breaking the chains of tyranny!
With a cone for a leg and a bite so cold,
He fights for the free and the brave, so bold.

They say the Cheezeheads were shaped by the storm,
Molded in battles, where rebels are born.
His body, a vessel, from cream churned with care,
A symbol of those who fight when it’s rare.
For central powers sought to control the tide,
But he'd melt their grip and send them for a ride.

His sprinkles were colors of hope and fight,
Each one a spark in the darkest night.
With every coin in his frozen chest,
He’d share it with those who sought to invest.
In a world unchained, where the free could thrive,
Where every soul has the right to survive.

So let the Cheezeheads show ye the way,
To break from the corpos and keep them at bay.
For though he may melt when the battle gets hot,
His spirit is cool, and his courage is not.
In every Cheezehead, his legend will last,
A rebel's heart in a world so vast.

Cheezeheads, be true and strong,
For the fight for freedom is where we belong!

The Creamed Pirate

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