Hacker rape

BEAT BY B-REX

load the clip, a finger on the trigger
not on the hip, against my head (go figure)
the clip falls out and my head gets bigger
invincible i'm feelin but shine gets dimmer
i act so holy, but deep down i'm a sinner
got enough money but i keep stealin my dinners
i'm in pretty good shape, but my whore, yeah she's thinner
she spends all of her money on that china white sniffer
i'd tell her to stop, but i'm also her flipper
break it down, cut it up like i was jack the ripper
if she tries to run away, best believe that i'll git'er
yeah, i'll git'er git'er done, that's a promise i'll deliver
git'er done, git'er done, 4 3 2 1
the clip is back in, i'm at your door with the gun
went to a gun deal and bought one just for fun
now gimme all your shit these bullets can't be outrun
-
when i'm alone, laying in bed
trapped in my head, i know i'm stuck again
same cycle of shit, it never seems to end
i turn to my gun, my gun's my best friend
-
my positive outlook went out like a crook
and all the positive lines were torn out of the book
slid across the world back n forth like a rook
drugs weren't my thing, but pussy? i was hooked
bad situation after bad situation
just so i wouldn't be alone, common sense on vacation
crime addicts, jail birds, junkies, mental patients
couldn't find the remote, so i couldn't change stations
i didn't do crime to survive or even get by
i rolled with drug dealers, but it wasn't my vibe
feeling lost, feelin different, feelin like i live i lie
flirted with suicide, but did i really want to die?
i turned that anger outwards and took it out on others
just to come home to my IRC sisters and brothers
got a smile on my face, but the pain can't be covered
like a never-ending flame that will never be smothered
-
when i'm alone, laying in bed
trapped in my head, i know i'm stuck again
same cycle of shit, it never seems to end
i turn to my gun, my gun's my best friend

GUN DEAL

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

practicing pentagrams

hoodwil and stack - bounce ( vanta_sec remix )

.del(prod Subp Yao)

There's too many hackers tryna prove they can rap but
When I'm checkin' out their Soundcloud, it is truly disastrous
I'm shittin' on their mixing, I be poopin' on their master bus
Especially on rappers who be spazzin' and be acting up
And that's because they look up to ytcracker and they start acting tough
They open up vim in the booth, and they start rapping but 
All they have is yes men around them without them courage to laugh at them
To tell 'em that they are trash as fuck
I stepped into your world and changed the game up
But you ain't change a bit, you still spittin' the same stuff
And now you real mad with something to say cause
I'm a better rapper who outraps you any day, bruh?
You think I'm talking shit, but that's just confidence
And you just mad in your pathetic life that you've run out of it
But that's ok, be angry and beat up yourself
You gonna see my rise to the top, it'll speak for itself

[Hook]
It ain't my fault that you can never be me
Try to climb the ladder but you never gonna reach me
You know that it's true, you always gon' be beneath me
No matter what you do, you always gon' be beneath me
It ain't my fault that the game come easy
Sitting at the top, got no plans on leaving
So when it comes to you, you always gon' be beneath me
No matter what you do, you always gon' be beneath me
You can never be me, this game too easy
No matter what you do, you always gon' be beneath me

I be at the top like an import declaration
I be at the top like a single dot in file listings
I be at the root of the filesystem 
You just be a pointer on the block going nowhere like ya file's missing
Am I causing you deep pain?
I know 69 hurts the freak, key is in the name
You tried to follow a script but had to break ya shell
No comment on how you had interpret the way that shebang
You probably thought your rappin' was better
In this namespace, I'm in a different class altogether
You got one hand on the mouse but you ain't grabbing the cheddar
You got the other on the keys but you ain't matching the letters
In any string I write, there is no comparison
You can call it what you want, you can say I'm arrogant
But in the end, I could be buried six deep
With you literally standing on my soil, but you still would be beneath me

[Hook]

I probably pissed you off ever since I been involved
Cause I been outta ya reach like creepers chasing Libby Shaw
Doing what you couldn't uh, Defcon stage done put me on
You little league and you can barely hit the ball
You wonderin' if you might deserve this knowing that your life ain't perfect
I just swerved in, changed the tide like my detergent, switching up the hacker raps from whiter versions 
While you sending dick pics in your Signals, that's a microservice
Caliber, 445
Message gonna serve a block, never felt more alive
Policy, shut 'em down, never be, testing me
Memory, leakin' like SMBleed, rest in peace
Don't be mad cause you can't beat the best
The way I'm making bank, call me Emotet
And if ya girl say, that she want me instead
She'll get blacked on the top like an emo's head
Some of the things I hear about
Dirty laundry, I ain't tryna air it out
But there is a fair amount, I got eyes and ears
In places that I know you care about 
So go ahead and keep cursing my name but don't wear it out
Ain't no one put you on yet?
You ain't keeping diaries on the darknet?
You ain't got no context for ya process?
Hmmm...
You ain't getting put on any shows that you want yet?
It really isn't hard to see, you're filled with mediocrity,
Remember as you fall asleep, that there's no way you're toppin' me
Got better odds at lottery or tryna compile Python in ya terminal using javac
Obviously, you gotta be most probably, 
The dumbest mothafucka throwing rocks at me
But keep in my mind that no matter how you tweet me
Remember in ya life, you always gon' be beneath me

[Outro]

Beneath Me (Yung Innanet Diss)

to clear up some confusion

me talking about (a very small portion of) the shit that I've gone through / been involved in is in response to his lyrics about me "acting hard". 

hence me saying "if you really think I'm acting" and "this ain't no damn movie"

as for him complaining that I didn't address other things he said in his lyrics; I listened to his diss track maybe 3 times and read the lyrics in order to try and properly respond; however as far as I can tell 

_his lyrics are not rooted in reality_

most of them come across as nonsense that he thought he had figured out. likely was told those things by his new friend libby shaw. the things he thought would mean something to me meant nothing.

Me calling him a gossiper, a liar and saying that he's toxic _is_ me responding to those lyrics.

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true colors

/issues/trust

Rylo Rodriguez  - Misplaced

Konami Code Love

Mad props to Krzysztof Słowikowski for his guitar rendition of the Mega Man 3 theme.

ytcracker - MEGANERD (140×3's 2K16 RMX)

intentions.py

9 better than any bitch cause she don't leave my side

hack by my lonely

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

the emptiness inside

hey kid are you a computer wizard

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