Framed Canvas Print
OG
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In the heart of the hood where the streets run wild,
Lived a young OG who was once as a child.
Raised on the block, in the heat of the game,
OG hustled hard, chasing fortune more than fame.
From the corner to the courtroom, he made his way,
Turning street smarts into legal play.
With a mind sharp as a knife, and a heart made of gold,
OG rose from gutter to all the way up, stories to behold.
But don’t get it twisted, he kept his roots,
Kept the hood pass in tact, after paying dues.
Thuggish ruggish to the core, but with a clean slate,
OG ran the tight rope between love and above hate.
From the streets to the suites, he made his name,
A king in the making, lit and fueled like flame.
With every move he made, he stayed true,
To the OG within, no matter what he’d do.
So here’s to King OG, from the block to the throne,
A journey of triumph, a story all in & on his own.
With hustle and heart, he paved the way,
From OG to king, residual crypto pay.
Story 97.24% Rhymed by Ai via Short Text Prompt
Wild Lions Eat Zebras
4 Minted; 1 Listed @ 1 ETH
In the untamed wilderness, a phenomenon unfolded—a peculiar fusion of nature’s savagery and the surreal. Deep within the vast plains, where the golden grasses whispered in the wind, a population of hallucinogenic zebras roamed freely. These zebras, unlike their ordinary counterparts, bore a coat of mesmerizing black and white stripes.
As the zebras grazed on the protein-rich vegetation that flourished in the fertile lands, a curious transformation occurred. The lions, apex predators of the region, observed with keen interest as the zebras consumed the hallucinogenic plants. The protein-rich diet, combined with the unique properties of the vegetation, triggered a strange metamorphosis in the zebras.
Their once-brown fur morphed into an intricate pattern of black and white stripes, a mesmerizing display that seemed to ripple like a visual echo across the grassy expanse. But the transformation did not stop there. The zebras, now living canvases of surreal beauty, emitted an aura that induced hallucinations in those who encountered them.
The lions, drawn by the scent of the hallucinogenic zebras, approached cautiously. The black and white stripes that adorned the zebras’ fur seemed to dance in patterns that defied the natural order. As the lions engaged in the hunt, their ferocity was juxtaposed with the whimsical display of striped patterns that surrounded them.
With each successful kill, the lions feasted upon the protein-rich zebras, their senses heightened by the hallucinogenic properties of the striped creatures. As the lions consumed the hallucinogenic zebras, an extraordinary phenomenon unfolded—the world around them transformed into a realm of black and white tunnel vision.
The savannah, once awash in a palette of vibrant colors, now appeared in stark monochrome. The lions moved through the grasslands with an otherworldly grace, their surroundings bathed in shades of black and white. The very fabric of reality seemed to warp and weave with each stride.
In this surreal state, the lions navigated the plains with heightened senses, their perception of the world shaped by the hallucinogenic feast they had consumed. The zebras, once vibrant and animated, now existed in a parallel reality of shifting stripes and illusions.
As the lions continued their hunt, the black and white tunnel vision created a dreamscape that blurred the lines between the savage and the surreal. The dance of predator and prey unfolded against a backdrop of hallucinogenic patterns, a spectacle that merged the wild elegance of the untamed with the whimsy of a distorted reality.
And so, in the heart of the untamed wilderness, the lions roamed with an altered perception, their feast on protein-rich, hallucinogenic zebras creating a surreal tapestry where the boundaries between predator and prey, reality and illusion, were blurred in the intoxicating dance of the savannah’s peculiar wonders.
Story 100% Written by Ai via Short Text Prompt
Street Art Lion 1
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Within the exclusive enclave of Classy Savage, where sophistication met untamed elegance, the walls told a story as black and white as the creatures that inhabited the realm. Among the members, there existed a ravenous beast named Retty Nahz, whose artistic flair transformed the facilities into a gallery of mystique via hidden messages.
Retty Nahz, known for his calligraphic graffiti style that merged ancient styles of Egyptian and Hebrew typography with intricate geometric patterns, adorned both the interior and exterior walls of Classy Savage facilities. Each stroke of his aerosol can was a dance of elegance and savagery, creating a fusion of symbolism that mirrored the multifaceted nature of the enclave.
On the exterior walls, passerby caught glimpses of Retty Nahz’s enigmatic creations. The calligraphic lines, reminiscent of ancient scripts, formed mysterious scripture that hinted at the untold tales within the exclusive realm. Geometric patterns intertwined with drips of paint, creating a visual feast that invited onlookers into the wild sophistication of Classy Savage.
Inside the enclave, several walls became a canvas for Retty Nahz’s artistic journey. The murals, with their black and white hues, depicted the duality of the savage and the classy. Lions and tigers, bears and eagles, each creature painted with the finesse of calligraphic mastery, became living embodiments of the Classy Savage spirit.
The geometric patterns, intricate and carefully placed, mirrored the complexity of the members within. As the patterns unfolded, they hinted at the what lay beneath the untamed exteriors, a reminder that Classy Savage was not just about wild revelry but also about the harmonious balance of primal instincts and refined talents.
Drips of paint, like tears of artistic expression, cascaded down the murals, creating a sense of movement and fluidity. Retty Nahz’s graffiti-style not only captured the essence of the untamed souls within the enclave but also brought the very essence of Classy Savage to extereor walls.
As members gathered amidst the black and white decor of Retty Nahz’s creations, they found themselves immersed in a world where ancient scripts, geometric precision, and drips of paint coalesced into a modern visual symphony. The murals, like whispers of the wild, echoed the tales of Classy Savage—of genius, ferocity, and the enigmatic dance between the two.
In the heart of the enclave, Retty Nahz’s murals became not just art but a reflection of untold stories, untamed spirits, and the wild elegance that defined the Classy Savage realm. Each black and white stroke spoke volumes, a testament to the synergy of graffiti and style.
Story 94% Written by Ai via Short Text Prompt