Produced by Mikal kHill
Mixed and mastered by Cecil Decker (@mononoaudio)

Straight to Soundcloud. Everywhere else will get it in a couple weeks.

Lyrics:
Hacks on hacks on hacks on hacks
I got stacks on stacks n I'm flyin through em fast
I got hacks on hacks on hacks on hacks
Hollywood hackin homie that's where it's at
Hacks on hacks on hacks on hacks
I got stacks on stacks n I'm flyin through em fast
I got hacks on hacks on hacks on hacks
Hollywood hackin homie that's where it's at

They're trashing our rights when they vilify me 
But the fact is these Hackers don't terrify me
Like my voice is my passport so verify me
Listen real close while I clarify things
I'm like Mozart's Ghost when I'm surfin The Net
But my flows are baroque and I'm flirting with debt
Then I'm charting the stars and I see seatec
Too many secrets you ain't got one yet
Clickin on the pi sign, watch The Net go bye bye
Hackin on ya WiFi like my name was Hak5
"Hack n have fun" the rules that I abide by
"Hack n have fun" the rules that I'mma die by
With razor and blade we ain't chasin the paper
It ain't in our nature we only do it major
So hit me on my pager if you need a favor
I'll bring my whole crew, even Tomb Raider

Hacks on hacks on hacks on hacks
I got stacks on stacks n I'm flyin through em fast
I got hacks on hacks on hacks on hacks
Hollywood hackin homie that's where it's at
Hacks on hacks on hacks on hacks
I got stacks on stacks n I'm flyin through em fast
I got hacks on hacks on hacks on hacks
Hollywood hackin homie that's where it's at

I need to use a worm, no wait I need a hydra
Maybe a Medusa? I think I might of eyed a
Multi headed worm my man Stanley supplied and
We're hackin into banks that we're standing right inside of
Lookin at these men like I shoulda took the blue pill
If I don't stop Travolta then I mean really who will
Fifty thousand watts of funk I'm really too ill
Wish you lots of luck it's time to learn a new skill
Pick up the phone, I'm calling all around
hear a modem beep man I really love the sound
Tried a couple names can't believe what I found
A WOPR of a game and there's warheads inbound
Another dumb computer thinks that I'm a threat posed
Then it's back to WOPR to fire up The Dead Code
Watch em both go at it like the blue and the red coats
Battle of machines 'cross our screens did they echo

Hacks on hacks on hacks on hacks
I got stacks on stacks n I'm flyin through em fast
I got hacks on hacks on hacks on hacks
Hollywood hackin homie that's where it's at
Hacks on hacks on hacks on hacks
I got stacks on stacks n I'm flyin through em fast
I got hacks on hacks on hacks on hacks
Hollywood hackin homie that's where it's at

Hollywood

Here's the master of my YTCracker MegaNerd mix, enjoy!

If you like this track be sure to give YTCracker some love at www.digitalgangster.com

Thanks so much to cracker himself for the reshare, I couldn't be more grateful for the support! 

Special shout out to the YT community for all the awesome comments and reshares as well. You're all amazing.

https://soundcloud.com/ytcracker

Ytcracker - MegaNerd (Next-Gen Mix)

The legend goes like this:

One night, after a long studio session, you’re on the last train back home—half asleep, headphones dead, phone at 1%. The city feels weirdly empty. As the train pulls into a random station, you notice an old, beat-up red mailbox on the platform. No Canada Post logo, just three words spray-painted on the side:

“SEND WHAT YOU CAN’T SAY.”

You get off the train without even knowing why.

The mailbox has no slot for letters, just a cracked phone screen bolted into the metal. When you touch it, your own iMessage drafts pop up—every unsent paragraph, every angry note, every “yo I miss you” you typed and erased. Messages to old friends, to people you lost, to the city itself. Stuff you forgot you ever wrote.

Then the screen glitches.

The drafts start turning into song titles. Your late-night rants become verses. Old voice notes you saved “just in case” become hooks. The phone freezes on one final prompt:

“LAST CHANCE TO SEND: greetings from toronto (unsent)”

You hit cancel.

The station lights flicker. When they come back on, the mailbox is gone. All that’s left is a folder on your phone with rough demos that didn’t exist five minutes ago.

Over the next few months, every time something heavy happens—a fight, a win, a panic attack, a crazy night downtown—a new “unsent” file shows up in that folder. You never remember recording it, but it sounds like you: tired, honest, and way too real. Eventually you realize the album is basically writing itself from everything you’ve lived through in this city.

So you finish it. You polish the drafts, build around them, turn the chaos into tracks… but you leave the title exactly how it showed up the first night:

“greetings from toronto (unsent)”

Lock it, Rock it

YTCracker tracks pulled from ytcracker.com/hismusicdirectory

I don't own this, only bump to it. --peace peace

Ytcracker - Legacy

ArmanTheCyber - Once Again (ytcracker remaster)

very slightly flipped G Mills + Kyle McEvoy - Haze

just had to write something

even im tripping
im still playing this game and i aint in prison
still out here living
still out here earning my starship deployment blue ribbon
luck with the women
^ maybe a bit out of sorts 
but i aint dead daughter stay fed
aint in the red aint in the courts

this year been crazy broke up with baby
family get murdered or suicide daily
had to quit drinking because i kept thinking
about all this shit everytime i got hazy
^ banned from a venue 
took advice from my friends and i tried to pretend you
didnt exist and put you on a list
but that didnt much help and i still will defend you

music my therapy cant even write it
and when i sit down to i cant even lie its
like i forgot how to string it together
fit all of my feelings in make myself better
heard this beat on a stream might as well pirate
and try it out give it a go
im the king of the scene the shel silverstein
im hacking and phreaking the flow

bad with my money feel like a dummy
feel like a failure and people dont love me
know that aint true at the core of my being
but consciousness kills and my hearts in agreement
^ maybe a mid life 
crisis i guess that its getting that time
i look at my watch and i gather my thoughts
while the memories flood in i ask for a sign

still immature
still out in LA the hacker couture
still popping boxes and feeding the poor
picking myself up and off of the floor
timing is everything right now im hemorrhaging
^maybe we needed a break
take some time to reflect let me clean up my mess
because baby i needed that space

that goes for all of us demons that follow us
gotta forgive yourself or they will swallow us
whole
havent been diligent dim little filament
havent been playing my role
mentally ill -
mentally question my skill
if im not popping them pills
you know the drill
pushing through life with your sheer force of will

planets in trouble
most of the globes in a media bubble
feel kinda powerless 
bathing in cowardice
sitting here silent with no one to cuddle
and this forms a pattern
circle around like the rings of saturn
trying to find some peace of mind
in this of slice of time like something matters

hope i find what im seeking over a long weekend
sooner than later so i can start speaking
and doing the things that im destined to do
and not sitting here lonely and wrestling with you
as for the rest of my crew
continue success i invested in you
Spam God continue to Bless Every Move
so lets get in the booth and stop stressing it boo

boo

ytcracker - status update

lyrics: https://0bin.net/paste/RLy8uC6StK9POQrr#r7bJqY4OOepz42gtkQA3ID1030sI6DUhahFTSV7eCDY

this song is not about computers 

posted from my blackberry

high fidelity

ЬⅰtϲҺ ⅰ ⅽаη’t ѕⅼееρ
ⅾеⅿоηѕ іη ⅿу ⅿⅰηԁ аɳԁ tҺеУ сrеер
сօηѕіѕtеɳt аⅼⅼоⅽаtⅰоη
gоt а ⅿеⅿоrу ⅼеаk  
    
‐‐‐    
      
 ‐ ⅰt аіη’t ѕwееt ‐    
    
ⅼօоk ⅿе іη ⅿу еуеѕ, Уоυ ⅽаɳ’t, уօυ’rе tօо wеаk
уоυ саη ѕее tҺе раіɳ іηѕіⅾе ⅿе, ɳо і’ⅿ ηоt υηⅰqυе
ɳееⅾ а ⅼіttⅼе frеаk ЬⅰtсҺ tҺаt ⅾоɳ’t kηօw Һօw tо ѕɳеаk
ⅽаυѕе ⅿУ trυѕt іѕѕυеѕ ԁо ɳоt аⅼⅼօw υɳkɳоwη ΡІⅮѕ

tҺаtѕ wҺу ⅰ grір tҺе ⅿоtҺаfυсkіη ѕⅰg
trУ tօ ԁrоwη ⅿу ⅾеⅿоɳѕ wⅰtҺ а ⅼіηе аηⅾ а ѕwіg
Ьυt tҺеу оρеɳ rⅰgҺt υρ аɳⅾ ѕау ⅿօ’ ρⅼеаѕе
сօɳtrоⅼⅼⅰη ρаϲkеt trаηѕⅿⅰѕѕⅰօηѕ tо ρυt ⅿУѕеⅼf аt еаѕе 

і ϲаɳ υηԁеrѕtаɳⅾ tҺеѕе ⅿаⅽҺⅰɳеѕ
Ьυt Һυⅿаηѕ аrе а ⅿυϲҺ ⅿоrе ⅽօⅿρⅼе× fоrⅿ оf ⅾіѕеаѕе
tо fυⅼⅼУ υηԁеrѕtаɳԁ оυrѕеⅼ⋎еѕ, wе саɳηօt ѕυсϲееⅾ
оυr ρօіɳt օf rеfеrеηсе оηⅼУ ⅼеηⅾѕ ⅰtѕеⅼf tо ⅾеfеаt

і ⅾօɳ’t rеаⅼⅼУ wаɳɳа wаkе υр
ѕо wҺу wօυⅼԁ і wаηηа gօ tо ѕⅼеер
саυѕе ⅰ ԁօɳ’t rеаⅼⅼу wаɳɳа Ье tеаѕеⅾ
іf уօυ wаηt ⅿе, ⅾеаtҺ, tҺеη gеt υρ օη уօ kɳееѕ

ⅰ ⅾеrі⌄е ѕtrеɳgtҺ frօⅿ аⅽϲеρtⅰηg ⅿу օwη ԁеаtҺ
ⅰt’ѕ wҺаt ⅿаkеѕ ⅿе ѕօ fаtаⅼ ѕо ԁօη’t ⅿаkе tҺе wrоɳg ѕtер 
tҺе rеаⅼ օɳеѕ kηօw і’ⅼⅼ Ье ЬУ tҺеⅰr ѕіⅾе ⅽаυѕе Һе ρrօtесϲ
tҺе ѕɳаkеѕ gеt tҺе ⅾԁ іf=Һօⅼⅼօwѕ оf=ηесⅽ

‐ wҺаt ԁіⅾ Уօυ ехρеⅽt ‐

tҺаt ⅰ wаѕ ϳυѕt ѕօυɳⅾϲⅼօυԁ rарρіη
ѕҺоw υр аη і’ⅿⅿа ѕҺօw уоυ јυѕt Һоw уυηg ⅰηɳаɳеt ϲаρρⅰη
аіη’t ɳо ⅿоtҺаfυсⅽⅰɳ tҺеаtеr ‐ ɳօ wе аⅰη’t асtіɳ
уօυ ϲаɳ trУ ⅿе ⅰf уоυ е⌵еr rеаⅼⅼу tҺⅰηk tҺаt ⅰ аⅿ ⅼаⅽkіɳ
  
tҺеѕе wаⅼⅼѕ tҺаt і Ьυⅰⅼԁ ρυt ⅽҺіηа tо ѕҺаⅿе
tҺеѕе rарреrѕ ⅿаkе tҺⅰѕ раѕѕⅰоη ⅼօօk wау tօо fυϲkіɳ ⅼаⅿе
fіrѕt ⅰ ⅽҺесϲ ⅿУ rеаr⌵іеw tҺеɳ і’ⅿ ѕρееⅾⅰɳ ⅾօwɳ ⅿу ⅼаηе
рⅼеаѕе ⅾо ηоt gеt tҺе wrоηg іⅾеа, ⅰ ⅾօn't care Ьоυt ⅿу ηаⅿе

‐ УеаҺ fυсk іt ‐

ѕеrνеrѕ ⅼⅰkе ѕаηԁⅽаѕtⅼеѕ wаtсҺ еⅿ fаⅼⅼ
tҺrоwаwаУ ⅼ×ϲ ϲօɳtаⅰɳеrѕ ⅰѕ аⅼⅼ Һе fυϲkⅰη ѕаw
Ьυіⅼԁⅰη υр іⅼⅼυѕіоɳѕ рrօ⋎іԁе ѕУⅿЬоⅼѕ саⅼⅼ еⅿ fаkе  fⅼаwѕ
tҺіηkіη Уօυ gоɳ tаkе օυt а zоⅿЬⅰе ⅼіkе ЬⅰtⅽҺ fυϲk ηаҺ

----

ВІΤСН Ι САΝ’Т ՏⅬЕΕΡ

АΗʗІ

#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

cronjob_milkysheets_forehead_remix.mp3.exe

M.E.S.A Crew
BigNull
DrTCP
DJReflect

im watchin version spams in my status, its a great time
try to be the champ, and ill have you call the rape line
ops dont get involved cuz its user user rape time
if they step in, then your server i will make mine!
back to mircky fights verbal bites, as this great pine
hits my lungs and flavors up the room, like a grape vine
eat this dude alive a like plate of cheese and late wine
started as the boss now a child, in a hate crime!
black lives splatter, for this chatter in a hate rhyme!
posin all important as a man, with a drake shine
boastin hes a hacker level 10 pgp signed 																			
reflect-spoof-rock-juped, givem teeth grinds

now its time to think
the choices you have done
givin me the whole position 
for havin classic fun
trollin number 1
dominating 2

if you talk it better back it kinda like these dedis do.
hackit like andretti cracker fetish scanning equal true
metasploit bios clutching 40k leavin with you
boo grub the edit, no control-D
quiet 1 no panic, sudo is su-in me
rootkit customized, speedtest for a surprise
under 20 then forget it, ya im spoiled guys.
boxes combed fresh, mass ranges for the best
lists i filter for a check, as it BEgins hittin chests
hurricane INCREDIBUL strength is OPTIMAL
enough to take out any DATACENTER or a HOSPITAL
proxychains foward bound all the way to istanbul
but we're different from the others, we are responsible...

for alota thangs, cloggin all the drains
backdoors with backdoors, attachin extra in the frames

in this realm i give new meaning to the phrase of raising canes
have you eat it like the chicken that you thought of in your brain
triple dot hidden folders that are right inside your main
mining set to a percentage, you won't notice the strain
shake your hand and walk away, see the wallet rain
rest in peace rebelwrath travis kneeley in the game
confusion with control, shroom effected to the soul
wrap your head around my thoughts'll make you drop the bowl
OH NOOO!! here we go!, scanner found another one
soon im gonna brb, even though this rap is fun
dos glory on a chatter, dont assume that i dont get it
i can see your whole perspective tho we cannot help but hit it
gonna drown it for a minute, or maybe even five
fuck a booter we're the shooters custom gun that survives
unsaturated motivated by the loss of 80 lives
cultivated from the alley with A colon floppy drives
your defensive but realized in offsec i really THRIVE!
watch packets fly, hope we see eye to eye
otherwise the game begins of /run spy to spy
constables, plot the rules, to defend from scannin tools
oppin those, dossables, cuz my confs are loadable
probably unstoppable, rc local edit those
data flow, watch it grow
amplified drop the show
akaimi wants it though
in the shadows it will go
disconnect for now

Tell No Tales - Path To The Null

“Being hurt inevitably breeds feelings of hatred towards your attacker. But when we hurt others, we have to deal with their hatred for us, and our own feelings of guilt. Knowing what it feels like to be hurt is exactly why we try to be kind to others. That’s what makes us humans.”

“In order to survive, we cling to all we know and understand. And label it reality. But knowledge and understanding are ambiguous. That reality could be an illusion. All humans live with the wrong assumptions. Isn't that another way of looking at it?"

"If he rips my arms off, I’ll kick him to death. If he rips my legs off, I’ll bite him to death! If he rips my head off, I’ll stare him to death! And if he gouges out my eyes, I’ll curse him from beyond the grave!"

"Religion, ideology, resources, land, spite, love or just because… No matter how pathetic the reason, it’s enough to start war. War will never cease to exist… reasons can be thought up after the fact."

--Masashi Kishimoto

Ytcracker - Legacy

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