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beat by the illustrious atmos

told you to snap up a modest position
of currency minted from factoring digits
which of you listened?
(which of you listened?)
i had these visions of hackers imprisoned
for fighting the system all couched in a fiction
which of you listened?
(which of you listened?)
crypto illuminati from the floppy
no one can stop me this God is adopting a digital body
yea we made paper these wallets a copy -
private keys tucked on a netbook extracted in fashion
with matching bitgold
crypto lint hundredths of coins that are sitting in places untold
keys i control
propagate apps on the nodes

i got gas bitch
i got i got gas bitch

you go last bitch
you go you go last bitch

billions of dollars of drugs on the darknet
we bought above marketed rates
and mainlining coins in to gambling hustling
put your boy up with the greats

now im here
cryptoilluminati
forged in the chain
with all of my gang
decentralized and elite

app is distributed upside unlimited find me a thing to disrupt
solidity contracts to define the process of going and breaking it up
ERC 20 for taking the money a token
i'm poking around an exchange
tooling 'round asia with king in a blazer
we fixing to teach all these youngins the game 

leverage our name fuck all these charlatans mang
fuck all these charlatans talking bout bands
aint got no trezors or no ledger nans
aint got no trezors or no ledger nans
got a whitepaper no one understands
starting a scam for a couple of grands
all of these newbies compiling these forks
compiling prices and filing these shorts
blind leading blind asking “how i start mining?”
the china coin empire defining my grind and
transaction signing
while im fine dining
shapeshift these coins when the market declining
unicorn chilling with villains
larimer building the futures appealing
we killing the game from here to brisbane
dominate drops on these io domains

ytcracker - cryptoilluminati

Spamtec - We Taking Over

bitch im from the internet - no manners 
surfing through the web with my .net spammers
rude boy with financial planners
shuttering them gibsons like old school cameras
doing damage
got a rootkit set to download all the things on your laptop
like a slap chop slice up the game from a virtualbox snapshot
i think not

i can pwn them from an internet cafe
i got five proxies and lots of 0day
call me chakotay im a commander (you dont say)?
i been running voyages whodi
truecrypt on the train backtrack on the plane
stealing all these passwords mayne
gogo inflight tunnel into amazon
dont pay a thing just like it was my carryon

i make it pwn them from their own cable modem
then i showed em just how a spaceman get down
track everything in ableton then mix down
fly it out to internets and file it under hit sound
i been around three decades
aint getting any younger so bitches better hit play
but ive refined ive sharpened my skills
with the whetstone of internet and pharmaceutical pills

no matter how many distros of linux
come rolling out with patches im still gonna finish
slash root off like it was a game of quidditch
cuz i got shells in the mean time like greenwich
im a dentist extract files like a molar
problems with my self control im bipolar
hack the planet man's what im screaming
all up in mysql daemon net dreaming

ytcracker x skrillex x damian marley - make it pwn dem (free dl)

hollows in my magazine feelin real nervous
cause i might just get shot
greppin these logs all night from a remote host i call honeypot

who you think you are, you a mothafuckin stain
might as well be a fuckin chat bot
i don't fuck with lames cause my crew full of hitters
on the innanet or the street lot

i don't really care you can get it anywhere
betta have yourself a real good plot
i be dead inside - you can see it in my eyes
if we tango one of us is gonna rot

i don't really care about the cops
i don't smoke weed i smoke opps
askin bout my data, it's a lot
keep it layered so i don't get caught

raid spinnin so my drives stay hot
cold wallets air gapped stay locked
9 millimeter round up top
call my lawyer i don't wanna fuccin talk

no questions

yung innanet in the buildin
fuck what they feelin
rsyslogd missed me so i'm stealin
for the fuckin thrill an
grindin for a million
nerdy hoodrat no cap can you feel this

hyper text transfer protocol
i take a fucking stroll right past your firewall
meet me on port 80 if you think that you can brawl
before you know what hit you watch your uptime fall

cross platform

and i don't need a fuckin packet storm
script kiddy lamers couldn't reveal a fuckin password form
make ya smash every key on ya keyboard
load the IDE code malware when i'm fuckin bored

that's all i know

and i got that super user flow
bumpin ytc as i'm stackin all this dough
tried to view your webpage but that shit would not load
apache got a codeine habit -  movin real slow

got keys for days and my whole crew packin
say that you a hacker but your knowledge steady lackin
you said that you could own but we all know what the facts is
you runnin windows 7 and yo linksys droppin packets

tcpdump and about 2 hours
have ya infrastructure fallin like the twin towers
camoflaugin interface as L2 routers
you sit and play games you a fuckin coward

hypertext

unbound

yung_innanet_bootleg.mp3.exe (time capsule)

lobotomy

traffic (thank you for 500k plays)

fuck sometimes i think i'm helpless
playing with live rounds - no pellets
all these bitches become jealous
but i'm alone - my brain meltin
--
miss the days that i was sellin
legal narcotics to felons
no bitch we ain't never tellin
crack his head just like a melon
--
feels like its been ages since i had to let the hammer drop
beefin on computers i suggest you bring it to a stop
yeah i see yo psyop - i play dumb - you need another plot
i had a vision: i let opposition decompose and rot
--
you all talk - ya hide behind socks
i hear you squackin - fuck around you and get rocc'd
connections get dropped - bodies outlined in chalk
information disclosure when i proceed to zone walk
----
six   six   six - illuminate the pathway
bitch bitch bitch - you want smoke it can go dat way
yeah yo bitch wanna meet me - but that hoe be so nasty
i think i'd rather go to dinner with some fuckin ascii
--
i ain't respondin to these stupid questions ya askin
i'm about to put the 9 to my head and start blastin
if i don't blast myself - yo crew might be shoppin for caskets
i become more trigger happy the more time that be passin
--
still on tha innanet - chasin down computas
i dissassemble these booters - i think you boys need some tutors
and the draco stay loaded for the ops and the intruders
never tell my left ear what my right ear get told about maneuvers
--
yeah bitch i do shit the hard way
i leave the opposition prayin for some better days
my mind a little fogged up cause i stay in a daze
because i'm tryn'ta keep these suicidal thoughts at bay


----- https://soundcloud.com/tcpstack -----

too much drugs inside my system
thats a buffer overflow

catch me pouring up this actavis
i might just overload
car is looking suicidal hit the switch and
flip the door
opposition claim they friendly, people i dont even know
i construct my own reality, the pen my fucking typecast
fuck your personality cause bots are known to die fast
mind is an enigma holding back the static ice blast
i am unrestricted, they conforming like an ipad
focusing my cataracts
precision swiping data hacks
offloading them with mad finesse
you'll never get that data back
losing packets, avalanche
1 lick, new fit, 1 cash advance
they mad upset, come grab the mans
i stack my guap expanding bands
--
losing my mind
people will die
shot in the head watch em fall from the sky
i wont think twice
stealing your life
you got no value but you got a price
--
i,
think i might just drop this
mm, i,
see you through the optic
hit you in eye,

incapacitate the opp in-
side
got nowhere to hide
thermal vision is my guide
we illuminate your block with
nines

enumerate ft. stack

Remix of YTCracker's Bitcoin Baron.

ORIGINAL: https://soundcloud.com/ytcracker/ytcracker-bitcoin-baron-v1-ssl

YTCracker - Bitcoin Baron (Ohm-I Remix)

Ohm-I