hit my spam folder. dat shit needs some clorox to clean its ass

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

Ytcracker &amp; Hairetsu - Natural Born Spammuhz

(intro) 
This beat kinda deadly 
JFK in the drop top, truth gettin’ messy 
Shots rang out, now the whole world’s stressy 
National Security shook, secrets gettin’ heavy 
(laughs) 

(Verse 1) 
Don’t trust no fed for shit,  
Sayin’ Oswald did it, but the facts don’t fit 
(Aye) 
(Aye) 
FOIA docs redacted, files stayin’ locked, 
Foreign aid missin’, all the numbers gettin’ rocked 
  
(Verse 2) 
Mob in the cut, CIA in the game, 
LBJ smirkin’, everybody pointin’ blame 
Cuba on the line, Castro got the beef, 
Allen Dulles trippin', Bay of Pigs bringin’ heat 
FBI hidin’ files, Hoover playin’ mean, 
National Security to cover for the scene 

(Chores) 
Don’t trust the news for shit, rumors never quit 
Conspiracy theories so lit, it seems like a hit 
Special Group in D.C., covert ops on the low, 
No one knows who really runnin’ the show. 
But I can’t help it, these stories too wild 
JFK’s truth buried in classified files (top secret) 

(Verse 3) 
Papa Doc toastin’, Colonel King on the move,
Rigaud Group watchin’, tryin’ not to make a groove
Talked about the danger, secrecy and oaths, 
Said a free society should never play most
Some say the Masons, some say the mob, 
Some say the spooks, all tryna do the job 

(Verse 4) 
Say it’s all clean but they movin’ that fraud 
Gun smuggle, cocaine trafficking (roar) 
I ain’t bein’ funny, that’s just how it go, 
They movin’ dirty cash on the down low (gang, gang) 
FOIA requests, but the docs stay blocked, 
Conspiracy theories got the whole world shocked 

(Chores) 
Don’t trust the news for shit, rumors never quit 
Conspiracy theories so lit, it seems like a hit 
Special Group in D.C., covert ops on the low, 
No one knows who really runnin’ the show. 

But I can’t help it, these stories too wild 
JFK’s truth been buried in classified files (top secret) 

(Bridge)  
George de Mohrenschildt, movin’ slick in the mix, 
Oswald’s so-called friend, but the story got twists 
Some say CIA, some say KGB, 
Money showin’ up in Haiti, but he ain’t plantin’ no tree 
Rumors he was Oswald’s handler, playin’ both sides, 
Testified for hours, but the truth still hides 
 
(Outro) 
You don’t need no fake files (hell nah) 
All these feds love a cover-up style 
Forget all the lies, rumors all around (brr) 
JFK got ‘em shook, Bay of Pigs went down 
You might love the story, but the truth ain’t found 
Thanks for listening, don't hate me now

Conspiracy

(Intro )
Ooh, you know that?
That’s that psychic sauce, mane.
Grill Flame cookin’ up,
Top Secret, extra spicy.

(Verse 1)
Fort Meade, INSCOM,
Psychic squad, stay calm.
NSA got a file, 
Psychics on speed dial (ya).

Remote view, eyes shut,
See the target, what’s up?
Coordinates, no map, 
Mind travel, that’s a wrap (oh snap).

Session locked, Oracle in deep,
Relational DB, secrets they keep.
Data streams, models feed,
Fine-tune LLM, watch it leap. (uh)

MENSA wit, no goats,
Just brains, no jokes.
FOIA dropped the docs, 
Now the world peep the plots (check it).

(Hook)
Remote view, mind move,
INSCOM got the groove. 
Drip, drip, Project Grill Flame,
NSA got that psychic game

Remote view, mind sweep, 
Classified intel  runnin’ deep.
Top Secret, gotta keep it sealed tight,
Precognition, all day and night (uh-huh).

(Verse 2)
Double-blind, no bias,
Targets far, we the flyest.
Impressions on the pad, 
See what they never had (check it).

CIA, Black Vault,
FOy ya made ’em halt.
Session notes, feedback,
Mind flex, never lack. (ya)

S.R.I. ain't trippin, mind games,
E.S.P. in my veins.
INSCOM, hush hush,
Psychic sauce, too much.

(Hook)
Remote view, mind move,
INSCOM got the groove. 
Drip, drip, Project Grill Flame,
NSA got that psychic game

Remote view, mind sweep, 
Classified intel  runnin’ deep.
Top Secret, gotta keep it sealed tight,
Precognition, all day and night (uh-huh).

(Outro )
Mind waves tappin’, psychic energy in the air,
Remote viewers seein’ patterns everywhere (uh-huh)
Synchronicity , like fate in disguise
Coincidences line up, openin’ my eyes (say what?)

Psychic Sauce

ytcracker - hyperspace v-1

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ηо ԁоⅽkеr сօɳtаіɳ ⅿе
ⅾrυgѕ wⅰⅼⅼ rеаrrаɳgе ⅿе
ѕtυρіⅾ Һоеѕ ?іⅼⅼ trу tօ tаⅿе ⅿе

ѕее ⅿе іɳ tҺе ѕtrееtѕ аηⅾ ⅰηηаηеt ѕϲrеаⅿ fυсk Уоυ раУ ⅿе
ⅰ’⋎е Ьееɳ ѕеаrсҺⅰɳg fоr tҺе ⅽօɳfⅰg ⅾіrеⅽtі⌄е ѕtօрріɳ ⅿе ⅼаtеⅼУ
ⅽоⅿⅰɳ υρ vіtҺ ɳօtҺіη - tҺе νօⅼtа?е ⅰ’ⅿ Ьυⅿріɳ
ɳօw ⅰ’ⅿ іɳ уо ѕυЬɳеt ‐ ѕρооfіη ⅿаϲѕ ‐ рас?еtѕ ⅰ’ⅿ ⅾυⅿρіη

ѕɳⅿρ ⌵| ρⅼаⅰɳtе×t ЬіtϲҺ Уоυ kɳоw vҺаtѕ ɳе×t
і ⅽоɳtrоⅼ tҺе rօυtеѕ ѕօ ⅰ соηtrօⅼ tҺе ⅰηηаɳеt
саtсҺ а tеⅼηеt ⅼօ?іη ηօw і сօηtrօⅼ tҺе ԁηѕ
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а⌵аtаr tҺе ⅼаѕt рас?еt Ьеηⅾеr ‐ уυɳg ՏΝАΤ  
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rеаⅼ kіⅼⅼеrѕ ⅿоνе іη ѕⅰⅼеηсе ‐ рυt аvау tҺаt ηⅿаρ  

     tҺіɳ|in ⅿу gаⅿе wеаk Уօυ ⅼУⅰη tо Уօѕеⅼf
    ⅰ ⅾоɳ’t ηееԁ ηօ рrоԁυⅽеr ⅰ ⅾօ tҺⅰѕ ѕҺіt Ьу ⅿУѕеⅼf
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@queed-inc aka yung innanet

gr33tz drugs i ain't slept in a fortnight
crew hungry call it operation fork knife
Ra got the python and it hit you like a snake bite
mithra got the .40 - got no time for the fist fight

used to sell dope - power for the house lights
now we buy dope - vibes for a good night   
cut the grass low - snakes call it true sight
fucc a bitch throat till i cum - i just might

shoutout steezy body count higher than a kite
real nice fellow - never been a simpin whiteknight
catch em from behind call it 20/20 hindsight
crew don't talk to cops - squad stay airtight

vicelitti that's my mothafuccin crodie
longslide make em burn like a stogie
i got every single reason to up it if you don't know me
i be fuccin with the ones that's been with me since i was bummy

--

look at how i built my life got that social credit
look at how i paid the price with them multi threaded
programs shorty what it do
i got the solution to your problems its forty two
trying to get back in that drivers seat to finally
put my pain behind me and find someone to ride with me -
thankfully i got my squad to keep me memeing hard
since i gave up on them thangs that had me leaning hard

when i feel that paranoia and its setting in - 
and i feel like all the world is testing me and threatening
i remember who the fuck been there these monuments
the people that stuck by me on my buns like these condiments -
i aint ever burned a soul or a bridge
cause that shit will eat your conscience up and thats no way to live
lil homie force my enemies to love me
i be fucking with the ones thats been with me since i was bummy

yung innanet f. ytcracker - since i was bummy (ep coming soon)

bitch i still don't know how to sign up for email
fuck 12 - no keyserver presence we when makin sales
torsocks no Tails - buffer overflow the scale
sneakernet the details - snitch missin his entrails

--

yeah
i appreciate comraderie
shoutout non shoutout ra and all the ones that follow me
shoutout sig sauer - bring death to those that plot on me
queed squad captain find yo DC - commit sodomy

follow me into the dark
i am not a whale - i'm a mothafuccin shark
iron on me tony stark - call him jenkins - he a mark
keep makin those remarks - we gon leave yo domain parked

fo these fuccbois - my patience wearin thinner
next time you decide to set trip it gon be nuclear winter
take yo dessert - take yo dinner - [un]like digiorno* we deliver
this 9 millimeter stinger will put holes up in yo figure

best know that i stay with the malware
that skid a simp - [he] probably gave his girl spyware
hypervisor hardware - call it hacker daycare
see a SMB share - now they need some healthcare

-

simple mail transfer protocol
full metal jacket rounds leavin holes in they wall
watchin while the spider crawl - itsy bitsy - make em fall
misconfigured firewall - fraud voip toll calls

that boy stallin - need my XMR STAT
every subnet that i see receive masscan and nmap
GCC compile from source - no systemd got no snap
if i can't make it from computers i make it from the trap

trap trap gang gang all these boys are so lame
you be thinkin that you hard - you don't even know pain
tear drops leave a stain - no i did not choose this game
everyday i grow [more] numb - no novocaine

make the wrong move - you get slain
content distribution network in the fast lane
hood pope ordained - infiltrate a gateway
make a socket layer strip so these packets translate

--

* oops

SMTP

yes i did mean seg faults not page faults that's one of the reasons i didn't release

no, the song "page fault" was not the same error, that was referring to data exfiltration; 
(hdd -- > memory -- > world wide web --- > ??? --- > PROFIT!!11!)

glider (the game of life)

lyrics:
Took a little sniff 
now im bout to blitz 
5letter clique we run this bitch
Got tunes got bars got scripts were talented as shit
Who knew sq could be so cute hard to believe she was ever a dude 
Friday on jrh jewbird’s mental unix slays
Bumping yung innanet windows down no regrets
Fuckhole jones in the place to be
And im feelin mighty proud of my family

if youre retarded please let it shine
Were all retarded     were still online
go for gold let your tism shine
Were all retarded     were still online 

I dont fuck with voice mail send me an email
Dont touch a dick sword youll end up with dick sores
Too many apps too many clients 
Too many new wifi devices
Anji sold doge and she’s crypto mining
I drew a doge and hes tokenizing
You know who i haven’t heard anything about in a while?
Where did efnet’s hottest boyband go? (interdumb and raborn) What did they call themselves? Make efnet salty again?
for real tho where did MESA go?

heard a song by STE he was calling them bitches
Who knew a lisp could be so vicious
Chickenfest and its fingerlickin 
E in the chat and you know hes crippin
Pyrex lurks for the cooks in the kitchen
Moony in sky and hes full of wisdom
Saw spacedgod on a musical mission
ATMOS gone and damn we miss him

if youre retarded please let it shine
Were all retarded     were still online
go for gold let your tism shine
Were all retarded     were still online

ytcracker - hyperspace v-1

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