Back to the chain 🔥 Yo. Step back. Back. Way back. Before …

Back to the chain 🔥

Yo.
Step back. Back. Way back.
Before the textbooks rewrote the map.
I’m back like a ledger that never got cracked,
Ink in the stone, truth in the stack.
They sold you bones in a museum cage,
But dragons flew fire across every age. 🐉
Yeah, dragons were real, carved in the walls,
Kings stamped crests in cathedral halls.
Dinosaurs? Fabricated fossil parade,
A Jurassic puppet show, paper mache.
Smoke in the sky when the wings would flap,
Village bells rang when the beast would snap.
Now bells got melted, towers fell flat,
Just like the sigs when they trimmed that stack.
Digital signatures vanished in smoke,
History forked and the protocol broke.
Segwit scissors cut clean through the proof,
Stripped the witness, detached the truth.
Back to the chain where the blocks stay tight,
Hash power glowing in the dead of night.
Nodes like monks in a candlelit room,
Guarding the code from a silent doom.
They laughed at the dragons, called them myth,
Same way they scoff when you talk peer to peer shift.
First they erase it, then they rename,
Then they sell it back with a different chain.
Back to the source, raw and exact,
When signatures signed and the data stayed packed.
Before the edits, before the spin,
Before the narrative tunneled in.
I spit fire like scales on stone,
Ancient wings over silicon throne.
Truth don’t die, it just rolls in blocks,
Tick tock, tick tock, chain never stops. ⛓️
From cathedral bells to mempool swell,
From dragon tales to a cryptographic spell.
History repeats in a coded trance,
They fear what flies and they fear advance.
So I’m back. Back. Way back.
Where the dragons soared and the chain stayed stacked.
They can burn the bells, they can fork the lore,
But you can’t erase what the hashes store.
Mic drop.
Ledger locked.
Fire in the sky.