Lyrics by Ohm-I and bash explode
Beat by DopeBoyzMusic
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I keep them thangs on me when I move
You get hit with any payload that I choose
Got my eyes on them devices that you use
If I get my hands on 'em, you gon lose
if you ask why all my flash drives are by Hak5
You'll get baptized with rubber duckies but not the type you have when it's bathtime
If you pick one up when I pass by when I cruise, your computer's getting abused
When it calls back my C2
I solemnly swear I am up to no good
I do a drive-by checking ya wifi capturing packets when I'm ya hood
Walk through ya office I'm putting in drops sending back loot from wherever I could,
Passing back hashes from where they all stood, and if I crack 'em I'm harder than wood
You'll never catch me lackin', keep the tools on my side
And you'll always find me packin', when I move, when I ride
And you'll sometimes find me hackin', could be you any time
So it's best that you keep in mind

It ain't a game homey
You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey 
Always on the move, yeah you know I keep them thangs on me
I keep them thangs on me 
It ain't a game homey
You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey 
Always on the move, yeah you know I keep them thangs on me
I keep them thangs on me 

OMG cables, I keep 'em with me
USB A and the B and the C
When I swap 'em out you ain't gonna see it was me
You plug it in, now it's speaking to me
Turn on the logging on, now I'm peepin' ya keys
Ya file system ain't a secret to me
Watch me exfil the files where ya secrets would be
I'm a freak on them drives, got em C and the D
I keep them near on my waist
Now I'm hacking anytime, anywhere, any place
If you got yo wifi on, I got my gear on the trace
Watch me wigle to ya spot and appear in ya face
802.11 got me creepin' on you 
Suprise! Wouldn't wanna be in ya shoes
Cause why? You about to meet my C2
See my shells do what the beat 'bout to do 
They reversing
Access remotely when I hack you in person
Escalate upways, that's just for certain  
If you ain't update, patch all ya versions
Yeah, I got my love for my hot plugs
And I plug 'em in anything you ain't lock up
Watch you put in creds on the prompt when it pops up
Now your creds are mine, and I do what I want cause
You know I'm rockin' them thangs
Payloads go and I'm poppin' them thangs
No stoppin' them thangs, exploits rop with chain
Till the day that there's rot in my brain

It ain't a game homey
You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey 
Always on the move, yeah you know I keep them thangs on me
I keep them thangs on me 
It ain't a game homey
You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey 
Always on the move, yeah you know I keep them thangs on me
I keep them thangs on me 

I heard you had a knack
For catching attackers on your stack
Too bad I dropped a Pi
And spoofed your VOIP phone MAC
Connect back to my C2
Cause bad boys, what ya gonna do
With them thangs on us, we're coming for you

You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey 
Always on the move, yeah you know I keep them thangs on me
I keep them thangs on me 
It ain't a game homey
You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey 
Always on the move, yeah you know I keep them thangs on me
I keep them thangs on me 
We're not the same homey

It ain't a game homey
You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey 
Always on the move, yeah you know I keep them thangs on me
I keep them thangs on me

Them THANGS (ft. bash explode)

@dicepticon and i dive into our darker side

hey
try to live without the downside
but the enemy lives within
within
hey
try to blend in with the outside
but i cant even begin
begin
i
colored outside the lines
trying to pave my way
im ok
im
a product of modern times
trying to save my day
in decay

dont know when ill finally be gone
thin as a whisper im hanging on

save me from myself
deliver me from these demons in my head
save me from myself
or find a way to end it all instead

ebon biscuit - within

beat by @jhfly - "birthday song"

its your boy neals - how you been whats been cracking
i been chilling up in prison since this bullshit happened
been a few years now still trying to make some sense of things
went and risked it all a few listened when my whistle ring
a select few soldiers always loyal
to the words that i was preaching in my hat of tinfoil
like yourself, so i had to pen this letter
to you - cause you've been listening to truth

i've been labeled as a prophet or a leader or an activist
but im just another human asterisk
in the scheme of things - and im despondent about it
cause nobody wanna be a failure filled with that doubt and
you know i tried to raise awareness - and gain some listeners
maybe if i sucked less then opinions would differ
but these reddit threads im seeing no my name is never mentioned
aint a treatise on neutrality where neals gets some attention (no affection)

i might sound like a whiner
but i wouldnt trade my talents for the tea in all of china
yea it hurts when ive devoted all my soul to these pursuits
and ive sacrificed my life to microphones and killer roots
maybe ive inspired just enough to make a difference
but this business is a tough one and i feel ive earned a pittance
for my - relentless efforts going spitting the gospel
authentic to my message never wavered never waffled

my mental health is fragile and perpetually embattled
in this struggle with my demons arthur morgan in the saddle
and my self destructive nature makes more obstacles to face or i
can complicate life further with a misclick of my cursor
but im fortunate and blessed that my skillset gave me options
and i think ive snowballed karma to the point of near exhaustion - 
even when im gone im not forgotten 
which is more than you can say for the average artist dropping
tracks

lose my footing every time i feel im gaining traction
try to focus through the mass distraction
and im feeling like a fraction of my former self no satisfaction 
try to write some music but it lacks the passion -
systems crashing in a chain reaction
so i ingest a bunch of drugs to feel some minor calefaction
and i lack the knack to fasten my seatbelt and strap in
afraid of interacting with the public cause i feel theyre laughing

at me - my inconsistency apparent
from a manic fearless daring bitcoin baron on a tear into
a recluse - an agoraphobic hermit
with a lack of electric current through my hacker circuit -
thin epidermis with no sense of purpose -
my kernel idle with no running service -
alone and nervous with no fuel to drive the furnace
feel im missing all my chances to return in earnest

dude imperfect coding go and serpent -
music merchant asking "is it worth it?"
incarcerated in this prison civil servant
who's been sentenced with a verdict in a freak occurrence
out of control like all my dedis running kubernetes
patchless open access with no coldwater protect my levees
perpetual defendant
i just want to end it overdose and maybe ill transcend it

feel discouraged because i once had the courage
and now im just a shadow with a soul malnourished
hoping praying for the return of the eagerness i demonstrated
killmark etched on cases of the systems that i penetrated
at the very least just let me get it motivated
enough to take a couple steps ahead to get me calibrated
forever yours, gang affiliated
neals
signed and dated

ytcracker - letter from neals

rapped this over a slightly rearranged @8bitwizardmusic piece, found here: https://soundcloud.com/8bitwizardmusic/old-town-road-8-bit-version

i dunno song took me like three hours to write and record (and it shows)
should be good for a laugh
lyrics follow

yeaaa im gonna load my bots with accounts i stole
i gotta spam so these cams get sold
im gonna take linked text gonna make it bold
i gotta spam til the list run cold

i got a server that i hacked
serving pages full of crap
disabled Do Not Track
hyperlinks up in the chat
coding like its morse, ha
viewing all my source
vpn from cali
got me closing up my ports, now

everybody's cookie stuffing
and credentials dumping
everybody's cookie stuffing
and credentials dumping

yes i am a hacker
watch my hat get blacker
malware in the sandbox
cant detect my packer
helping out the newbies
mailer made in ruby
addressing like bleu cheese
tinder do not sue me please

everybody's cookie stuffing
and credentials dumping
everybody's cookie stuffing
and credentials dumping

hands down spam crown guess you better block hard
treat it like its minecraft whipping in a box car
spammer living lavish gotta thing for bending big laws
riding on the fringes and i puzzle them like jigsaws
MMS from the c2 slack
where i can send my commands and my preview stack 
think i can bang this FLAC til the list turn cold
i'm gonna spam 'til these camgirls old

Desktop

ytcracker - list run cold (8bit old town road flip)

ytcracker - Green Hat (Max James Remix)

Ytcracker - System Failed (Max James Remix)

very slightly flipped G Mills + Kyle McEvoy - Haze

just had to write something

even im tripping
im still playing this game and i aint in prison
still out here living
still out here earning my starship deployment blue ribbon
luck with the women
^ maybe a bit out of sorts 
but i aint dead daughter stay fed
aint in the red aint in the courts

this year been crazy broke up with baby
family get murdered or suicide daily
had to quit drinking because i kept thinking
about all this shit everytime i got hazy
^ banned from a venue 
took advice from my friends and i tried to pretend you
didnt exist and put you on a list
but that didnt much help and i still will defend you

music my therapy cant even write it
and when i sit down to i cant even lie its
like i forgot how to string it together
fit all of my feelings in make myself better
heard this beat on a stream might as well pirate
and try it out give it a go
im the king of the scene the shel silverstein
im hacking and phreaking the flow

bad with my money feel like a dummy
feel like a failure and people dont love me
know that aint true at the core of my being
but consciousness kills and my hearts in agreement
^ maybe a mid life 
crisis i guess that its getting that time
i look at my watch and i gather my thoughts
while the memories flood in i ask for a sign

still immature
still out in LA the hacker couture
still popping boxes and feeding the poor
picking myself up and off of the floor
timing is everything right now im hemorrhaging
^maybe we needed a break
take some time to reflect let me clean up my mess
because baby i needed that space

that goes for all of us demons that follow us
gotta forgive yourself or they will swallow us
whole
havent been diligent dim little filament
havent been playing my role
mentally ill -
mentally question my skill
if im not popping them pills
you know the drill
pushing through life with your sheer force of will

planets in trouble
most of the globes in a media bubble
feel kinda powerless 
bathing in cowardice
sitting here silent with no one to cuddle
and this forms a pattern
circle around like the rings of saturn
trying to find some peace of mind
in this of slice of time like something matters

hope i find what im seeking over a long weekend
sooner than later so i can start speaking
and doing the things that im destined to do
and not sitting here lonely and wrestling with you
as for the rest of my crew
continue success i invested in you
Spam God continue to Bless Every Move
so lets get in the booth and stop stressing it boo

boo

ytcracker - status update

Ytcracker - Convalescence (Max James Remix)

Ytcracker - Antisec (Max James Remix)

crosstalk (ft ytcracker)

spit these bars like its my god damn job
but i get it with computer - delete entries from these logs
i'm a gray hat - i determine what is right or wrong
if you cross me - it gon read like lyrics to my songs

oh fuck - but you already knew
i ain't blue teamin - but if it ain't black - i'm wearin blue
got that real crip shit bumpin when i dump and packet snoop
got ya ARP table confused - direct traffic how i choose

address resolution protocol
filter L2 packets and i wait for uptime to fall
my MAC address switch - and then i answer their call
you don't need that firewall - ya routing table uninstalled

hello, its me - your new best friend!
tell me the origin and i'll tell you where it ends
will it make it to the destination - well that depends
unpack the packet for creds - i modify and ammend

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elementary school - bo2k - cain and abel
highschool - ettercap - turn em to a fable
yes i really been doin this shit since i jumped out the cradle
i remember before many of these methods became stable

yeah - i'm in love with the packet flow
shout out sekio - taught me to backdoor and to smoke this dro
full duplex - sex the only time that i choke
replace pornographic video feed with the rick roll

rick astley - i distribute content fastly
the data do not get past me - you better call john mcafee
NICs in my chassis - just like diamonds they be flashy
i be breakin out of network segmentation like some acne

hol up - where ya data at?
prolly pilin up in all my fuckin pcaps
ARP table - layer 2 - thats where i be at
i be creepin round all these compromised network stacks

Ytcracker - System Failed (Max James Remix)

Max James

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