ytcracker - Dirty Code (Max James Remix) Ft. dnoiz

beat produced by heath stone

ringleader in this circus of circuits
may be certified but them bitches be worthless -
aint the first time you motherfuckers heard this
cyber general im dying in the service
if we at war see what war gets
i get that rootkit loaded on an arm cortex
put them logs in my vortex timestamp order
watch me siphon all credentials from the ukraine border

you know i keep the payload pristine
and i been logging hella hours up on my machine
gamer chair got that gangsta lean you terrified
keep it crip with the bluetooth blue check verified
fifty five on em elemental primitives to chain
playing 5d chess on that 5g range
serving malware to five eyes like fries at five guys
fly by giving wifi these high fives

im in my element
hacking everything i can for the hell of it
im never celibate fucking any system in my $PATH
im the model of malevolence a master of my craft

how can i be arachnophobic?
the web is gay
enumerating all these subs like its anime
at the mandalay with dawgyg and zlz
ziot nagli haddix all the homies sitting next to me
free betting all my weaponry we keep them buggies bugging
hold it down like im a harness with a harness while im fuzzing - 
im so entitled cuz my title is the king
finding holes like i was titleist bitch every time i swing

i get even with my odds (bitch im the house)
im still sleeping with these broads (im in and out)
dark scientist emeritus im out here on the streets
got a flipper in my pocket and that dolphin unleashed
saying fuck the academics those who cant do, teach
while i send a thousand blessings to the spam crew preach - 
hard to comprehend exactly why i feel at home
even when i leave that sandbox in your tab on google chrome
cuhhhh

ytcracker - my element

A song from the new album, "Songs for Yutes 3".

bass guitar performance and cover photography by @radicalmckickflip

he’s feeling beat down in the middle of the night and he’s got no one to cry to
he coulda left town and he wouldn’t have to fight but he didn’t’t even try to 

oh, monkey king you know karate?
won’t take shit from anybody

he’s on a fat quest on his journey to the west but he’s fighting off his own blues 
he shoulda cleaned up on his spider cave mess but it really woulda fell through

oh, monkey king you know karate?
won’t take shit from anybody
back down now or you’ll be sorry
don’t slow down we’re in a hurry

monkey king, you’re the best
monkey king, you’re the greatest 
and you’re never gonna let let let us down
even if you hit hit hit the ground

Monkey King

Put a bullet in my brain
To take away the pain
Of all the hurt I've known
To be erased
What more can man take
While drowning in the wake
Of all the dirt he's owned
Like a sour aftertaste

Waking up sane
Gets harder every day
How I manage I don't know
But I'm sure the pain
Isn't going away
Just on my say-so

So put a bullet in my brain
A bullet in my brain
Put a bullet in my brain
A bullet in my brain

More than half the time
I need morphine for my mind
A mental sedative
When the violence gets repetitive
For some it gets old
Grown callous and cold
All in good fun
While the damage is done

Just put a bullet in my brain
A bullet in my brain
Put a bullet in my brain
A bullet in my brain

This passage of time
Is too much to bear
When all I can hope for
Is yet more despair

Waking up sane
Gets harder every day
How I manage I don't know
But I'm sure the pain
Isn't going away
Just on my say-so

So put a bullet in my brain
A bullet in my brain
Put a bullet in my brain
A bullet in my brain

Bullet In My Brain

B.o.B - Flatline

Magadrive

Cops Beating Down On Hippie Scum At The 1968 Democratic National Convention

freshley crusher on the beat

[ytcracker]
i play the simulation raw wrote the manual myself
put my skill points into rapping and computers mental health
took a debuff cause a player cant have it all
but i been hacking on the game since i could crawl
i keep that jnco armor from the nineties
same phone number on my celly you can find me
not where you left me i try to keep in motion
cause a planetary body make the waves in the ocean

i bear the standard for computer hackers in debuggers
im the patron saint for you motherfuckers
my DNA encoded cross platform 
im an interdimensional leader of a hack forum
i got the greybeard stats 
closet full of white fitted hats for that ass
got a hole in my heart from a girl that i let into my kernel
so im making tons of music keep my legacy eternal

i keep it real for the real ones - 
hustle for a meal ones trying to make a deal ones
blowing science til you gotta go and kneel ones
beat it on appeal ones sudo from the wheel ones

[freeced]
I keep it real, though I've got my hesitations
I'll be telling everybody it's just like the simulations
I got concentration even if it gets a little severed, the
Ability to focus is what's putting me in jeopardy
Cuz I've always been aware the things that I think
Are becoming radical commodities, we're nearing the brink
Of a breakthrough, if we only had the knowledge and cared
We'd be breaking barriers our predecessors never dared to
And that's the reason that I play with the best
For anything less, I'm honored but I stated a quest
And though I'm rolling in delusions, I got hope in my chest
And if I'm crestfallen, always keep it close to my vest
Cuz I do it for the real ones, in all spaces
Even if they ain't got real names or faces
I'll never be complacent with a scam or a fake
I'm building memories, and I ain't got the RAM it'll take

[yung innanet]
yes i keep it real for the real ones
virtual servers provisioned for hackers with low funds
keepin terabytes of dirty code - verifying these checksums
if you want the beef - then homie come and get some

yes i keep it real - yes i really pack the steel
you can ask anybody regardless of how they feel
i be runnin these innanet services that stay concealed
my crew hungry for them meals - speakers bangin on that neals

all black like a funeral - tryn'ta increase these numerals
avoid these computer hos - innanet be the one they chose
hit em with them fragmented packets now they movin slow
fake ones aren't kin to me - no that man is not my bro

yung snat don't wanna talk - cause you fake
nothing but jacketed hollow points for the snakes
i be movin slow and steady -  i don't wanna win the race
but i promise innanet neva stuck in last place

Magadrive

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