Woah, when did all these people get here
I been steady with the meme shit year after year
So pull up a chair, pour another beer
I'll tell you how to meme yourself into a career
First you gotta let go of what other people think
Then you get a couple tattoos, and you dye your hair pink
You take a couple concepts and you mix em in the sink
Then you post that shit on twitter with a cheeky little wink

"daaade, the followers changed you"
"daaade, the dollars done changed you"
"daaade, can I have a retweet"
Like "daaade, pretty pretty please"

No,  man I just wanna say fuck that, 
I been on my own shit since I was a rugrat
Sittin on my own on the bench at the bus stop
Plottin my revenge 'cause the bully shit must stop
Playing out that long game gotta make a strong name
Play another track cause I'm tryna get that song fame
No I won't engage when you start to get enraged 
'less you hit me on my cash app and start to pay my wage
  
"daaade, the followers changed you"
"daaade, the dollars done changed you"
"daaade, can I have a retweet"
Like "daaade, pretty pretty please"

I see you hit the like and I know you finna fight
Cause you gotta prove to errybody else that you right
When I see you in my mentions always stirrin up the tension
I just never thought I'd be the kind of guy to get attention
Hit you with that block block block block block button
Sorry bro you're really just - not not not funny
Mama said you're special but nah you aint my level
'cause the difference 'tween us is that I would never settle

"daaade, the followers changed you"
"daaade, the dollars done changed you"
"daaade, can I have a retweet"
Like "daaade, pretty pretty please"

Yo, I know you aren't all on that same shit
Tweetin for the fun not just tryna get famous
I respect the game so just tell me what ya name is
And bring a lil positivity to our exchanges
Show me something dope that ya working on yo
Just don't ask me - if I can help your project grow
If I think it's cool then I'll hook it up maybe
But miss me with ya bullshit and look it up baby

"daaade, the followers changed you"
"daaade, the dollars done changed you"
"daaade, can I have a retweet"
Like "daaade, pretty pretty please"

Retweet (Demo)

yung innanet - shadow (Max James Remix)

[ Verse 1]
Hackers writin raps around me - they stay missin tho
Decodin your flows - this shit - look like missingno
Wish it was a game boy but I'm not tryna play, boys
It's time to do some dissin so listen to what I say boys

I'm callin out dade this dude a straight tourist
Pick it up put it down pretend you are maturest
Pretend you are the purest but you ain't never done shit
Everyone see through you bro, you can barely function

You came up with this name to hide the class that you grew up in
Methodically playin the game like you ain't want for nothin
Like if people knew you had to heat your kitchen with the oven
You may not get to eat and then you may not get no lovin

You hide behind some jokes careful not to take a side
and some folks start to follow you; you're welling up with pride
Some people start to diss you but you gotta let it slide
Cause you if you start to fire back they might find out that you lied

[ Hook ]
(whisper)
It's time to show the whole world who WE ARE
Pass word around the web until you SEE STARS
The shit that you write will never BE ART
It's time to put this hack up in the - E R

It's time to show the whole world who WE ARE
Pass word around the web until you SEE STARS
The shit that you write will never BE ART
It's time to put this hack up in the - E R

[ Verse 2 ]
Let me break it down, a little diss assembly
Don't want to be unfriendly so I'll try to put it gently
You are really not the main, you are not the point of entry
You exist because I said some shit accidentally

Remember those days before the 0x41s?
Always getting A's you'd do anything for one
Teacher's fucking pet tell the truth just for once
And yet I fucking bet that you think that this war's won

Your kernel fucking crashed, I'm the Colonel, Panic
Your journal's fucking trashed, I'm eternal, manic
Your kernel fucking crashed, I'm the Colonel, Panic
Your journal's fucking trashed, I'm eternal, manic

So write your little raps and write your little tweets
I'm the one that carries you when you collapse out in the street
I'm the one that carries you when you're trash up on the beat
I'm the one makin stacks so your skinny ass can eat

[ Hook ]
(whisper)
It's time to show the whole world who WE ARE
Pass word around the web until you SEE STARS
The shit that you write will never BE ART
It's time to put this hack up in the - E R

It's time to show the whole world who WE ARE
Pass word around the web until you SEE STARS
The shit that you write will never BE ART
It's time to put this hack up in the - E R

E.R. (0xdade diss)

This is a letter to Neals (@ytcracker). I'll let the rest of the letter speak for itself.

Beat by LethalNeedle - Purp

Lyrics:
Almost five years since we heard from Neals
That letter that he wrote just to tell us how he feels
Imprisoned by the syndicate because of his ideals
Sittin in that prison and he lost the appeals
Yo, Neals, you're my hero and I miss you
I'm writin you this letter just wishin that you'd continue
To fight for the people's right to privacy,
To fight for the type of society 
that you wanna see, that we wanna be, 
We deserve to be, and it's hurtin me
We need you back in the game urgently
All these other hacks just lurking, me?
It's been irking me, how they did you so dirty
Like all of a sudden it's a crime to be nerdy
But you've done your time it's time to let you go
It's one minute til midnight so I'll the start the show
Man I'm breakin you out before they takin you out
So shake out the doubt, I'ma send you the route
BGP, I'm here when you need a peer
Make a run for the border, gateway appears
I'm toolin up, I keep that dolphin near
A dozen other tools on my bandoleer
And I've engineered the way you disappear
Cause I've been in their network for at least a year
Got the cameras on loop, radios gone silent
So let's fly the coop before things get violent
30 seconds more and your door should be open
Here I am hoping that your spirit ain't been broken
Just gimme a sign and I'll put you online
Uncrackable laptop and a phone from Pine
It's untrackable man it's a great design
Get you back on the street just in time
Like Justin T take a look at your wrist
Just 11 seconds more until the assist
Ball up your hand, Neals, make a fist
Put it high in the air, it's time to resist

dade - Letter To Neals

Cardiac Arrest

Spamtec Feat. Pad, Netr, Dj Int - Hot Fiyah

Produced: LethalNeedle
Written, Recorded, Mixed: 0xdade

Lyrics:

[ Verse 1 ]
Peter was an orphan
His mom wanted an abortion
But the doctors wouldn't help her
So she left him on a door step
Wasn't ready to be born yet
Young Peter was a loner
Foster home to foster home his siblings were all stoners
Peter Piper picked up a couple of bad habits 
From some bad addicts but he wasn't half bad at it
Was just a couple dollars I mean who would even notice
His principal hated him but Peter didn't know this
Peter got in trouble at school he went to juvey
His foster parents always sayin he was unruly
Peter's on a bad path and Peter went to prison
But Peter's not a bad guy,  it's the hand that he was given
Peter tried to pick up a couple of new skills
But Peter's always pulled back by a couple small bills
Peter's always loved a couple of cheap thrills
But one of these days it'll get Peter... killed

[ Hook x2 ]
Peter Piper picked a pack of people's pockets
Can't find your wallet man Peter Piper's prolly got it
Peter's most wanted but police can't stop it
Fancy new watch, Peter Piper's prolly copped it

[ Verse 2 ]
Peter's got a purpose, keep em guessing who the perp is
While he's pullin out the paper from all of yer nans' purses
Got you blame it on the nurses, while Peter's writing verses
At the funerals he's probably robbin all the hearses
Cause Peter's got no shame and Peter got addicted
But Peter wants to change, Peter thinks that he is gifted
Peter wants to rap, man can you imagine that
The pickpocket Peter Piper thinks he can go back
But Peter's in a trap, a victim of his habitat, 
The place he formed his habits at, Peter isn't coming back
Peter got jumped, so Peter got a gat 
From some back alley cat, what you think of that
Peter was just scared, he wanted to be prepared
He was searchin all his life just trying to get repaired
He wanted someone with whom his whole life he shared
He never met his momma and he didn't know she cared

[ Hook x2 ]

[ Outro Verse ]
Peter got some confidence, and Peter got cocky
But the gun he bought didn't matter when it got rocky
The crew that jumped Peter were the new kids on the block
But violence was the equalizer, Peter got a glock
He saw the same crew and he thought he'd try to knock em
But when he walked up someone noticed and they blocked him
Peter wasn't having it and Peter just clocked him
But the crew took aim and... and... they shot him

Peter Piper

Here's a song that is kinda about feeling trapped and helpless in an office job when all you really want to do is be free, by any means necessary.

Produced by Trunxks Beatz
Written, Recorded, Mixed by 0xdade
Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

Lyrics:
Hated every day I was livin in that cubicle
6 by 6 cell got me rippin out my cuticles
Damn near every day I'm abusin pharmaceuticals
"Oh you've got a great job" ehh that's disputable
Workin 9 to 5 every day is the usual
"I need you to work this weekend" ehh that's undoable
Maybe it's just me, like, maybe I'm unsuitable
Maybe it's just me, like, maybe I'm unusual

What if I don't wanna live just like you
What if I don't wanna work just like you
What if I wanna wander and be free
What if I wanna just try n find me

Might mess around and cause a little mayhem
Startin in the A.M. I do it all day n
Half the things I'm sayin, don't mean when I say em
If you wanna start something come out and play then
Might mess around and cause a little mayhem
Startin in the A.M. I do it all day n
Half the things I'm sayin, don't mean when I say em
If you wanna start something come out and play then

Maybe its the mischief, maybe it's the mayhem
Maybe its maybelline and maybe it's okay then
Maybe its just me or maybe it's MG
Maybe we agree that we wanna be free
Maybe some day I'll like what I've got
Maybe today I'll shoot my shot
Maybe one day I'll strike while it's hot
Maybe it's just me but maybe it's not

What if I start a fight for no good reason
What if I declare it Bugs hunting season
What if I rebel and chase that freedom
What if I destabilize a whole damn region

Might mess around and cause a little mayhem
Startin in the A.M. I do it all day n
Half the things I'm sayin, don't mean when I say em
If you wanna start something come out and play then
Might mess around and cause a little mayhem
Startin in the A.M. I do it all day n
Half the things I'm sayin, don't mean when I say em
If you wanna start something come out and play then

You can call me Milton, I'm lightin this fire
Gotta get away so I think I'm gon retire
Layin on the beach no office required
Me and my drink and some island attire
I don't wanna wear no pieces of flair
Thinkin bout my life plan, the pieces are there
Put it all together and I'm goin anywhere
All I really know is I don't really care

What if you just didn't go into work
What if you told your boss that their a jerk
What if you broke your whole damn network
What if you burned all of your paperwork

Might mess around and cause a little mayhem
Startin in the A.M. I do it all day n
Half the things I'm sayin, don't mean when I say em
If you wanna start something come out and play then
Might mess around and cause a little mayhem
Startin in the A.M. I do it all day n
Half the things I'm sayin, don't mean when I say em
If you wanna start something come out and play then

Mayhem (Demo)

Spamtec ytcracker - dead and gone (UNFINISHED)

Struggled coming up in this innent age
Girlfriend experience offered up from backpage
Filled up both my pockets with a camgirl wage
Now I’m Fighting off my demons need two fists full of sage
I’m Fighting off my demons need two fists full of sage
I’m Fighting off my demons need two fists full of sage
Filled up both my pockets with a camgirl wage
Now I’m Fighting off my demons need two fists full of sage


Struggled coming up in this innent age 
Pushed my way through life to this red team stage
Now I’ve got those clients with a SoW to engage
Grey hat hacker trash I fill your CISO up with rage
Grey hat hacker trash I fill your CISO up with rage
Grey hat hacker trash I fill your CISO up with rage
Now I’ve got those clients with a SoW to engage
Grey hat hacker trash I fill your CISO up with rage


Grey hat hacker girl with the skills you can hire
Never trust these links cause your info is dire
Popped a fucking crit now this dev call me a liar
Crafting all these packets burn your server with the fire
Crafting all these packets burn your server with the fire
Crafting all these packets burn your server with the fire
Popped a fucking crit now this dev call me a liar
Grey hat hacker girl with the skills you can hire

server_Fire

I just heard this track by Richie Branson (I know, I'm late) and I really liked it and wanted to write my own verse on it. Here it is, an unofficial Drift King remix.

Check out:
Drift King by Richie Branson: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekZFtst8uxE

Lyrics (for my verse):
Drift king, in that fuckin' four seat
Cops are looking for me
But there's nothin' to see
Still gotta run and it's straight to the top
and I won't ever stop cause you know I'm the one
in the 34 swap and the subs in the trunk
you can feel the bass drop and I'm here for the fun
Look it's time to talk shop
They call me DK, I'm throwin' barrels
It ain't no street race, we goin' feral
Bringin' the terror, makin' my scrilla
Everyone screamin' "look at Godzilla"
I'm ridin' Nissan, all JDM
Burnin' my money, no ATM
I never turn slow, I hit the turbo 
Whip throwin' fire, spittin' inferno
I'm rockin' vinyl all 'cross the hood
When my ride idle its lookin' good
Drop down the air lift, yeah I'm on air bitch
When I drive by - ya'll stop n stare, shit
I pop the clutch and I rip the brake
I twist and turn all day I'm a snake
I cracked a bumper and gave it a stitch
I ripped this track and I sent it to Rich

Drift King (Remix Ft. 0xdade)

Crashed one thousand, five hundred and seven stereo systems in one day.

Retweet (Demo)

dade

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