encrypted down under

INTRO — Sixty thousand years before they drew a single border,The First People walked this land and kept the Dreaming in order. Now I stand on sacred ground, Gold Coast sand beneath my feet, Where the ancient meets the future and the cipher stays complete. Hook- Encrypted down under, yeah, we breaking the code, Gold Coast thunder, V8 rumbling down the road,Light the bush up, let the sacred smoke unfold, This the land of Dreamtime stories never getting old.Encrypted down under, nah, they never crack the key,From Burleigh Heads to Broadbeach, living wild and living free, Fast lanes, blockchain, running through my ancestry, This the land down under and it's coded in my D-N-A. VERSE 1 — I was raised where the hinterland kisses the tide,Where the rainbow serpent slithers and the eagles still glide, Yugambeh country, Bundjalung on the northern side,Pay respect to Elders — that's my compass, that's my guide.Surfers Paradise skyline but the roots run deep, Sixty thousand seasons and the land don't sleep,Songlines mapped the continent before a satellite could creep,Original navigators — yeah, the OGs of the street.Gold Coast glistening, morning light on Currumbin,Pelicans and Porsches, where the real life begin,Salt air in my lungs and green medicine on my skin,Roll the native leaf up, let the healing discipline in.Cannabis prescribed now, yeah, the stigma getting thin,Medicinal revolution from the Gold Coast to Berlin,What the First Nations knew a thousand generations in,The plant the earth provided not a vice, it's origin. VERSE 2 — I move encrypted, every bar is 256-bit, SHA hash my syllables, you couldn't counterfeit, Blockchain on my brain, decentralised and legit, Every word I spit is minted — call it lyrical Bitcoin.Private key persona, public key the flow I show, Peer-to-peer, no middleman, I bypass every foe,Smart contract on the beat — execute when the bass drop low,Immutable bars, homie once I spit, they set in stone.Satoshi in the shadows, I'm anonymous the same, Cold wallet full of verses, never lose 'em to the flame,Proof of work is in the wordplay, proof of stake is in the game,Every node across the network knows the Aussie spitter's name.They try to hack my frequency, I'm firewalled and encrypted, VPN through the verse, my location unrestricted,Data packets full of passion, algorithmically gifted, The code is unbreakable the culture has been lifted. VERSE 3 — V8 Supercar screaming down the M1,Turbo spooling heavy like a loaded gatling gun,Bathurst legends echo, Mount Panorama in the sun,Peter Brock to Lowndes, mate — the race is never done.HSV Commodore, midnight black with gold-coast plates,Doing laps round Broadwater while the moon illuminates, Nitrous in the manifold, adrenaline escalates, Six-speed manual shifting through the Gold Coast's golden gates.GTR on the esplanade, Lambo at the light,Skyline R34 — JDM on a Saturday night,Ute culture running deep, Holden versus Ford the fight,Rev the engine for the ancestors — we burning bright.Cannabis in the console, legal script inside the dash,Crypto profits paid the mods I never needed cash,From the drag strip to the Dreamtime, moving lightning flash, Rubber on the bitumen, leaving legacy in the ash. Verse 4 - I spit for the mob who were silenced and stolen,For the languages broken and the spirits left swollen, For the Stolen Generation hearts heavy and golden,For the truth this nation owes but hasn't yet spoken.But the culture is alive, yeah, the fire still burns,In the art, in the dance, in the way the boomerang turns, In the ochre and the stories that the youngest child learns,Every generation rises when the Dreaming returns.So I plant my flag in frequencies they cannot decode, Encrypted transmissions on a Dreamtime-paved road,Cannabis and crypto, breaking every colonial mode, Indigenous wisdom fused with future watch the whole thing explode.Gold Coast kid with a vision wider than the reef,Barrier to nothing, Great in stature and belief,Every bar I write is medicine poetic relief,The land down under speaks and I'm the encrypted chief.