Duncan Trussell on the samole !!Fuck yeah!!

Hacker rape

feelin glass shards rippin my arm
feel the blood drippin out of my skin
yea my head feels real fuckin light
if ya feel it claim insurance tonight

if you wanna learn, you just need to ask more
cos i'm about to give out more game than you could buy a class for
all you're gonna need is a passport and a glass door
and you can be educated as fuck n only half poor

first go sign up for lemonade insurance
make sure you do this first or your hand's gonna be ruined
pick the option with the burglar bars and the smoke alarms
so you can pay $8/mo and not a leg and arm

now lemme break it down: the shower door method
you break the glass with your hand then the money you collect it
the renter's insurance are gonna pay up man they expect it
now go to university and spend what you collected

now you might think this shit is funny
but I'm pickin glass out my hand n countin up my money

if you think life comes free you can sit, cry & cower
but if you wanna cook a degree you gotta break a couple showers

the shower door method

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

Molly

Cloudstrife prod spetsnazgdz

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

oppstation (ft. yung innanet)

can't stop smokin - havin visions of these dead opps
no sleep, red eyes, steady dodgin crooked cops
lookin for that colo, lease the dedi, what the fuckin cost
all he keep sayin is "don't shoot" - i think that boi a bot

yeah i need a zip not a ball not a fuckin gram
servers sendin dirty packets like the choppa goin ham
replace these pussy boys with zeroes like they name was SAM
simpin so hard they type their visas into onlyfans         

tell me cuzzin whats the plan
saw us and they fuckin ran
fore i hit em with the hollows
sell em life insurance plans

pray that they don't wake my demons cause they really don't wanna dance
yo tokens and my wallet - thats a crypto romance
that pussy not my mans - i won't give him no chance
while(they think they in my kernel) { they be stucc in userland }

she try to love me but i got walls like iptables
no wifi - if you want me i'mma need some cables
got them night sights - debian bullseye - i'm unstable
type the wrong command and turn a pussy boy into a fable

gpu artifacts

blckhxtwrld (neural net driveby)

yung_innanet_bootleg.mp3.exe (time capsule)

lobotomy

cronjob_milkysheets_forehead_remix.mp3.exe

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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

hey kid are you a computer wizard

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$btc = bc1qk90fg480v0mzvw7m7splyvl8w6zmuu9yy5l3d9

blckhxtwrld (neural net driveby)

yung innanet

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