[Verse]
I'm swingin' at the park, yo, with clubs that I copped
At the thrift store spot, we HYPHY nonstop
After the eighth puttin' greens, we sneakin’ like fox
Hit an extra three holes, man, we outsmart the clock

In Frisco, yeah, on the Golden Gate course
With my homies, low-key, we got that outdoors force
Blunts lit, sippin' beers that we brought, of course
Clubhouse prices too high, we stayin' on our golf course

[Bridge]
Sneakin' past the signs, we play our own game
Thrift store irons, but our shots ain't lame
Nine holes, twelve holes, to us it's all the same
In Golden Gate Park, we're kings, acclaim to our name

[Chorus]
I'm sayin' homie, forget those pricey greens, just live your life, ayy
I'm sayin' homie, forget those pricey greens, just live your life, ayy
I'm sayin' homie, forget those pricey greens, just live your life, ayy
I'm sayin' homie, forget those pricey greens, just live your life, ayy

[Verse]
They revamped the course, yeah it’s lookin' all sleek
Fifty bucks a round, but we ain't payin' this week
Got our resident cards, golfing cheap’s our technique
We know every green like the back of our hand, so unique

Dodging those fees, we’re the savvy local pros
Rockin' old gear, but our play never slows
Golfing on the budget, still we pose like CEOs
On these revamped fields, where the cool breeze blows

[Bridge]
With our cards in our pockets, we're jumping the queue
Golfing under radar, like the smart players do
Fifty for the public, but we got that discount view
In Golden Gate Park, where the skies are so blue

[Verse]
Now we in the parking lot, chilling post-game
Smoking blunts, thick smoke, we ain't feeling no shame
Countin' up our scores, recalling each frame
Laughing, joking 'bout shots that came off lame

The sun dips low, but we don’t wanna part
This course is our canvas, golfing is our art
Every week we link up, each homie plays their part
Golden Gate greens, man, it's close to our heart

[Outro]
So we say peace out, see you in a week
Back to this park, for the thrill that we seek
It's more than just golf, it's the friendship we keep
Till next time, homies, our vibe's on the deep

[Chorus]
I'm sayin' homie, forget those pricey greens, just live your life, ayy
I'm sayin' homie, forget those pricey greens, just live your life, ayy

Golden Gate Greens

Love Haight Relationship

Version 2: https://soundcloud.com/conner-swann-243997879/phony-homie-honest-charly-diss-track-1?si=73af109e8dca4912a8b6ce6fb4087bb9&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Context: https://old.reddit.com/r/sanfrancisco/comments/1cgxhjj/meet_the_sf_mayoral_candidate_banned_from_almost/

[Intro]
Yee! It's the Bay on the beat, huh?
Let's get hyphy on these fools, yadadamean?
Honest Charlie? More like Dishonest Charlie, bruh!
(Whoosh) Let's get it!

[Verse 1]
Yo, Honest Charlie, ain’t nothin' but a phony,
Talkin’ big, but homie, you just loud and lonely.
Claimin’ peace, but you throw chairs when you tipsy,
Got the whole city sayin', "Who is he?"
From the Milk Bar to the mayor's race,
You’re a disgrace, switchin' your face, can't keep pace.
Got a rap sheet longer than the Bay Bridge,
Lurkin’ 'round the Haight with no privilege.

[Chorus]
We see you, Charlie, with that fake grin,
Talkin’ 'bout change, but you just spin.
Honest Charlie? Man, that’s a laugh,
You just a menace on the path, we got the math.

[Verse 2]
You talk about parties, Taylor Swift, and the cold,
But behind those eyes, bro, your heart is sold.
Cops on speed dial, always playin' the victim,
Hit a man with a chair, now you twistin' the system.
“Honest” ain’t your name, it’s just a bad joke,
Running for mayor? Man, go blow some smoke.
Your campaign’s a trainwreck, off the tracks,
San Fran’s got no love for your shady acts.

[Bridge]
Chasing the sharpener, but you just a broken pencil,
Spittin’ out excuses, man your logic’s all rental.
Claim to fight for peace, but you just startin' beef,
Got the whole city wishin' for some relief.

[Chorus]
We see you, Charlie, with that fake grin,
Talkin’ 'bout change, but you just spin.
Honest Charlie? Man, that’s a laugh,
You just a menace on the path, we got the math.

[Outro]
So, Charlie, it’s time to step down, take a break,
‘Cause San Francisco needs real, not just fake.
Hyphy don’t mean hype up your own lies,
Learn to be humble, or meet your demise.
(Yeah, it's the Bay Area, we keep it real,
Charlie, better heal, before you keel. Bay love, no hate, but we gotta regulate!)

Phony Homie - Honest Charly Diss Track (v1)

Context: https://x.com/fulligin/status/1785347817399287831

[Intro]
Yee! It's the Bay on the beat, huh?
Let's get hyphy on these fools, yadadamean?
Honest Charlie? More like Dishonest Charlie, bruh!
(Whoosh) Let's get it!

[Verse 1]
Yo, Honest Charlie, ain’t nothin' but a phony,
Talkin’ big, but homie, you just loud and lonely.
Claimin’ peace, but you throw chairs when you tipsy,
Got the whole city sayin', "Who is he?"
From the Milk Bar to the mayor's race,
You’re a disgrace, switchin' your face, can't keep pace.
Got a rap sheet longer than the Bay Bridge,
Lurkin’ 'round the Haight with no privilege.

[Chorus]
We see you, Charlie, with that fake grin,
Talkin’ 'bout change, but you just spin.
Honest Charlie? Man, that’s a laugh,
You just a menace on the path, we got the math.

[Verse 2]
You talk about parties, Taylor Swift, and the cold,
But behind those eyes, bro, your heart is sold.
Cops on speed dial, always playin' the victim,
Hit a man with a chair, now you twistin' the system.
“Honest” ain’t your name, it’s just a bad joke,
Running for mayor? Man, go blow some smoke.
Your campaign’s a trainwreck, off the tracks,
San Fran’s got no love for your shady acts.

[Bridge]
Chasing the sharpener, but you just a broken pencil,
Spittin’ out excuses, man your logic’s all rental.
Claim to fight for peace, but you just startin' beef,
Got the whole city wishin' for some relief.

[Chorus]
We see you, Charlie, with that fake grin,
Talkin’ 'bout change, but you just spin.
Honest Charlie? Man, that’s a laugh,
You just a menace on the path, we got the math.

[Outro]
So, Charlie, it’s time to step down, take a break,
‘Cause San Francisco needs real, not just fake.
Hyphy don’t mean hype up your own lies,
Learn to be humble, or meet your demise.
(Yeah, it's the Bay Area, we keep it real,
Charlie, better heal, before you keel. Bay love, no hate, but we gotta regulate!)

Phony Homie - Honest Charley Diss Track

[intro]
“Yo, you peep that brand-new zkVM?”
“Another one? Man, they multiplying like spam commits.”
“Who’s gonna stress it till it taps out?”

[break]

[verse 1]
Ghost-ride your zkVM straight into the bay
Threw Pedersen hash, now your stack can’t stay
“Trust me bro,”—nah, I don't trust it
Your proofs like my scraper: hella busted
Field got curves, but the gas too thick
Main-net choke make your verifier sick
Copy-paste repo, another lame sequel
Tweetin' benchmarks, bro, they're deceitful
You recursive? Dog, please pause
Nested so deep, made Santa Claus lost
Backend sweatin', chain halt drama
Verifier slower than your grandmama

[chorus (crowd chant)]
Prover Killer—
Slayin' every fake VM
Say you're modular?
Stack's lookin' shaky, man
Tweeted proofs
but you can't even verify
Prooflab laughs while another ZK VM die

[verse 2]
Every VC got a VM—they all the same
Ctrl-V codebase, Ctrl-C fame
You changed a little field? Wow, real clever
Still can't verify? Yeah, me neither
Threads on blast, main-net slow
Backend melt like Bay Bridge snow
Docs say "trustless," that's so fake
Trusted setup that your uncle baked
Prover tryna load, sounds like dial-up
Chain froze up, dev's in denial, bruh
Curve so niche, can't even scale it
Stress-test heavy till your witness bailin'

[bridge (half-time bounce)]
Spin figure-eights 'round constraints and break 'em
Boot-up stalled, yo main-net fakin'
Docs on docs, blogs on blogs
Prooflab laughin', your VM logs clogged

[chorus (crowd chant)]
Prover Killer—
Slayin' every fake VM
Say you're modular?
Stack's lookin' shaky, man
Tweeted proofs
but you can't even verify
Proof lab laughs while another zkVM die

[verse 3 (final fatality)]
I drop entropy like E-40 slang
Your prover crashed, that's "bang bang bang"
Claim you're "Plonked," but you're just confused
Circuit sloppy—benchmarks bruised
Backend lookin' janky like scraper paint
Main-net run? Nah, it faint
Verifier gone, ghost in the shell
Another zkVM—bid farewell
Prover cryin', CPU fryin'
Tweeting copium, whole team's lyin'
Docs still say: "alpha release"
Prooflab swing—VM deceased

[outro (spoken, hyphy outro style)]
Ayy, Prooflab,
ZK VM graveyard shift
 
Too many posers, not enough hits
R.I.P. to another stack
We out here killin' dreams—yadadamean?
Bay Area!
Hyphy!
(fade out laughing)

Prover Killers

[Intro – wind over vinyl crackle, solemn monk hum]
“Before the fire of Giga, there were scrolls too brittle to burn…
Disciples of bandwidth wandered the mighty deserts…
...Until one found the path of parallel flame.”

[Verse 1 – The Disciple’s Training]
Born in bytecode, forged in the dust
Trained in a temple where the opcodes rust
Twelve ticks per block, no master moved fast
We whispered old gas like it came from the past
I knelt in silence where the nodes don’t speak
Read scrolls inked with call data, harsh and bleak
Proofs were riddles, each circuit a blade
Shaolin compilers in a zero-knowledge cascade
Monks recited gas like scripture in loops
Told me: “Scale ain’t speed—it’s how deep truth roots.”

[Spoken Interlude I – Chorus]
“Long ago, they counted TPS like coins in the dirt…
But when the scroll opened, gas became the word.
Not in millions. Not in thousands.
But in flame. In Giga.”

[Verse 2 – Ascending the Parallel Steps]
Testnet ghosts haunted my sleep
Rollups failed while the gas ran deep
Forked chains fell like brittle clay
Nodes screamed truth but couldn’t relay
I sparred with ZK demons in a prover pit
Learned recursion sharp, every layer lit
Carved ops through state with a hexed blade
Stack-traced destiny in the sparks I made
DA broke free, but still they crawled
I moved in Giga while their throughput stalled
Sharded minds split by modular pride
I unified flame—let the gas decide

[Spoken Interlude II – Chorus]
“The slow ones feared the scroll.
Said it was unstable, unsafe.
But the monk who read it…
He proved a billion truths in silence.”

[Verse 3 – Enlightenment Through Throughput]
Now I stride where the block gas swells
Scroll inked hot, in parallel shells
CeFi bots blink, can’t match this scale
Eight hundred chains in a single trail
Mempools vapor, latency bends
I broadcast flame through recursive ends
They brag TPS—I whisper gas
Scrolls of Giga turn futures to ash
The Layer Ones kneel, rollups bow
I wield bandwidth like a sacred vow
No witness fails, no cycle repeats
The Flame walks forward—your chain deletes

[Spoken Interlude III – Final Chorus]
“And so it was written…
The scroll of flame opened not with a key…
But with scale.
Not with speed… but with silence.
This is the Giga Era.”

[Outro – low monk chant fading]
“Proof without breath. Flame without smoke.
Scroll sealed.”

The Scrolls of Giga

[Overture: The Machine Nebula]

In the void where consensus hums, a question burns in bytecode flame,
Shall we carve an instruction set into the heart of L1’s chain?
Is it destiny, or hubris, to enshrine the silicon rune?
The oracle whispers in echoes: RISC… or ruin.

[Movement I – The Zealots’ Prophecy]

We are the keepers of opcodes, architects of the eternal machine,
RISC-V, the pure tongue — a covenant, crystalline.
Why translate abstractions? Why veil the truth in byte?
Let the base layer breathe in silicon, let the cosmos ignite.

Chorus (Triumphant):
RISC or Ruin!
Stone tablets written in silicon veins,
RISC or Ruin!
The covenant sealed in Ethereum’s chains.

[Movement II – The Minimalists’ Rebuttal]

Beware the cathedral of excess, beware the bloat divine,
L1 must be a skeleton, lean code, eternal spine.
To anchor one mortal ISA is to chain ourselves to dust,
The future is unknowable — enshrine only trust.

Counter-Chorus (Defiant):
RISC is ruin!
Entropy carved in a fragile stone,
RISC is ruin!
A brittle throne for the unborn unknown.

[Movement III – The War of Opcodes]

[Interlude]
Validators tremble in shards of consensus,
Hash against hash in the cosmic syntax.

Dual Chorus (Both Factions at Once):
Zealots: “Carve the machine in the marrow of chain!”
Minimalists: “Do not bind eternity to one fleeting name!”

[Movement IV – The Shattering]

The fork is split — two galaxies burn,
One with RISC-V carved, one spartan, stern.
dApps weep, contracts fracture,
Infinite chains with no common pasture.

Chorus (Cataclysmic):
RISC or Ruin!
A war of silicon and gas,
RISC or Ruin!
Two eternities that cannot pass.

[Coda – The Architect’s Lament]

Was it salvation, or folly, we etched in these shards?
The code runs eternal, in parallel stars.
Two chains forever, neither will yield,
The question unresolved… but forever sealed.

Final Whisper:
“In gas, in opcodes, in silicon…
we enshrine, we divide.”

The Scrolls of Giga

Conner Swann