White chalk on black boards where the lessons fade
Tiny voices humming hymns built on a masquerade
TV static smiles in the corner of the class
We sing together while the shame slips through the glass

Open the textbook of fairytales hidden under the floor
Pages blank where history knocked at the door
We recite the echoes of what they told us to trust
“March forward in line”, “consume what you must”
The choir belts out notes that don’t match the key
But the crowd applauds anyway, they believe what they see
Lunch trays full of promise while the roots rot below
We swallow the stories, the seeds we didn’t sow
Broadcast the laughter, pre-recorded and neat
While the bones in the basement play the retreat
In class we pledge allegiance to the banner of the phrase
“Everyone belongs” they said, in their printing-press maze

Children’s choir singing lies so loud
Bright faces hidden by the broadcast cloud
Books claim the story, media rewrites the end
We dance in the chorus of the lie they send

Hallways whisper secrets where the lockers keep truth
The static of the PA tells the tale of our youth
We marched in the yard, line after line
Chanted “we are one” under the flashing sign
But behind the curtain the margin was erased
The footnote removed, the truth displaced
The lesson repeated while the voices grew cold
We learned to applaud what they told us we’d hold
School bells ring, cameras watch, screens glow
The minority silent in the row they throw
The choir sings wrong, but they drown out the crack
In the grade-book of liars we never get back

Children’s choir singing lies so loud
Bright faces hidden by the broadcast cloud
Books claim the story, media rewrites the end
We dance in the chorus of the lie they send

Echoes bounce in corridors painted in grey
Under the laughter track hidden the prey
We flip through the chapters of “friendly nation”
While behind the spine the stain shows the ration
The choir’s voice loops, the tape rewinds again
We smile in the photo while the past remains
The teacher applauds the advanced grade of fear
We’re taught to recite while we choke on the tear
The broadcast ends, the lights dim out
The choir dissolves into silence and doubt
We stand in the ruins of what we believed
And hear the recorded laughter of the lie we received

Children’s choir singing lies so loud
Bright faces hidden by the broadcast cloud
Books claim the story, media rewrites the end
We dance in the chorus of the lie they send

Chalk dust drifts from the board to the floor
The choir disperses, the lies don’t speak anymore
But the echo remains in the halls of the young
Where the story ended before it begun

Children’s Choir of Lies

ArmanTheCyber - Once Again (ytcracker remaster)

Ytcracker - Introducing Neals (Max James Remix)

Spamtec - We Taking Over

real life no cap
when i hit the corner store know i gotta stay strapped
when i'm on the onion network know i gotta flip a pacc
i can't change who i am and there ain't no goin bacc

real recognize real thats why you find me in the trap
i'mma up the fuccin sticc so you won't stab me in the bacc
stay away from skiddies, really don't know how to act
we were out there makin money you were busy spammin chats

fucc the police, fucc the mothafuccin law
it ain't bout my fuccin ego, i'mma give it to you raw
they don't wanna evolve they just wanna see you fall
i'mma spam them fuccin emotes, fucc a bitch till i'm raw

it's a come up

and i won't slow down till yo whole crew pay up
i be in yo boxes, you be thinkin you a playa
i be in the trenches puttin shots in the haters
suicidal thoughts got me playin team slaya


playin sony gloccstation
orderin some dope that they claim be from the haitians
i don't give a fucc long as money they keep payin
i don't fucc with sluts they be knowin what my name is

trick, ho

you a fuccin snitch let me find out
talkin to them pigs, i'mma come down, i'mma show out
disrespect the code, you ain't never had no clout
i'mma let it snow, never know bout a damn drought

bottin in yo subnet put the mothafuccin word out
packets flyin every which way the ip route
you know (x)86 but thats the only thing you know about
i be with them killas steady let them birds fly south

rm -f *.snitch

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

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𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚢
𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚢
𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚒 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢
𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎

𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢
𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢
𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎
𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚌 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚌 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎
𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎
 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚜

𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚘
𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 - 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘
𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚝
𝚒'𝚖 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞

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𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚋 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚊
𝚒𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛
𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒'𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛
𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 - 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛

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𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚌 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑, 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗
𝚒 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜, 𝚒'𝚖 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗
𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚐 - 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎(𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎) { 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 }

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚋 - 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚊
𝚒𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛
𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒'𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛
𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 - 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛


𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒'𝚖 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍
𝚒'𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛
𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚌 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛
𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝟿 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚛

[𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎 - 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍]

𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚕  𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔
𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚙 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚜
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚌 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚌 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚜
𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚙
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚜
𝟹0 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜
𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚜
𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝
𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚌 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

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I bought this beat like three years ago and finally got around to doing something with it.

Beat: Suede Christmas Challenge - Dj Suede the remix god
Mixed: Mikal kHill

Lyrics:
You ain’t never really met a man like me
Never met a man with a plan like me
who can scan like me on your LAN like me
Name a bigger fan of the clan than me
RZA and GZA, the Ghostface Killah
Call me Tarzan ‘cause I hang with guerillas
Invading your space like my name was Attila
Shippin more fire than even Mozilla
Knockin down your whole net block (block)
Killin time with rhyme til past nine o’clock
Show up after dark so I can pick your lock
Find your dirty laundry so I can short your stock
Off to Manila to chill in my villa
Botnet’s got more zombies than Thriller
Put my head on my pillow, this bar is just a filla
Back to my grind, and it’s back to the hack
Hack back in my backpack and a snack pack in my knapsack
Flashback to the laugh tracks that I heard in my hatchback
They said I was a sad sack, money I couldn’t stack that,  WinRAR, I couldn’t crack that
Now I work from home and I’m runnin nmap
But this network’s pretty big so I thought I’d write this rap

Hacky Holidays

If you know, you know.

Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay

Last 2 Know

JACKd

#SaturdaySixteens No. 3
Beat shamelessly jacked from Nxnja: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZDj-x2Qof8

Lyrics:
I got friends that are cons, I got friends that are not
I'm a pro at the cons and my prose is so hot
All the joes at the cons and they goes for the shots
They go for the slots and I'm ownin they box
Murderous flow so I call it killawatt
Murdered this flow I'm the fuckin juggernaut
I stay qualified got that dot com dot
Don't say all of my plots I keep em on lock
I'm lookin so shady, yeah, I'm lookin so slim
Even dyed my hair once to look like Eminem
Call me Slim Dade-ey if I'm lookin like him
Can not escape me like you got put in vim
Another saturday and another sweet sixteen
Another castaway locked up in quarantine
Writin these tracks just to pad my resume
My first EP, evillian, on its way

Pros and Cons

hey kid are you a computer wizard

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