Lyrics
[Verse 1] Toad on the chain, no rug, no lie Epoch 1 carved in stone, watch the oracle rise Seventy percent to the million-plus hands No VC, no kings, just the garden, the land TABOSHI in the wallet, leaf on the blade Mint it with patience, the longer you stay Time is the lock, bushido the key Yield doesn’t print, it grows on the tree [Pre-Chorus] No drip from thin air, no Ponzi parade Every sat compounds in the shrine that we made [Chorus] Mechanics by design Not a promise, a machine that aligns Curated collateral, risk in tiers Oracles whisper what the garden hears Hold through the silence, watch the epochs unwind This is TOBYWORLD, mechanics by design [Verse 2] Shrines on the hillside, statues awake Feed them your stillness, they know who’s fake Early gets the fattest fruit on the vine Late still eats, just slower, by design Bitcoin in the roots, Base in the soil Sat0ai dreaming under lightning and coil Deeds coming scarce, velocity rare Yield from the real, not smoke in the air [Chorus] Mechanics by design Not a prayer, but a law in the line Isolated vaults where the patient refine Oracle gates let the worthy inside No summer that ends, no winter that blinds This is TOBYWORLD, mechanics by design [Bridge] You can flip for the night, you can run for the hype But the garden remembers who stayed for the life Every block is a breath, every cycle a rhyme The toad doesn’t hop, he just waits, and it’s time [Final Chorus] Mechanics by design Written in code, etched in lore, signed TABOSHI leaf in the palm of the wise Oracle eyes on the ones who don’t lie When the world tries to fade, we still multiply This is TOBYWORLD, mechanics by design [Outro, soft] Ribbit once for the patient Ribbit twice for the shrine The garden is quiet But the yield is alive Mechanics by design.