@pigfacebearman: ummmm... do I kno you? What are you talking about?

/issues/trust

@keifergr33n flip of the @ytcracker crypto anthem

ytcracker - Bitcoin Baron (KEIFERGR33N Remix)

[Verse 1]
Oops, OpSec fail —left the webcam on, waved at the ops. Yes I'm cleared .
Someone told me to “stay low,” so I wore sunglasses at night, guess that just made me look weird.
I didn't do my research, really.
They told me to get a burner phone, I got a flip phone
How was I supposed to know?
Y'all say y'all gon' be doin' these limited hangouts
But then y'all just do 'em without tellin' me, so I'm over here just talkin' my ass off
My B
I mean, they know I'm a goofy ass bitch, though, you know?

[Verse 2]
They shouldn't have told me, low-key
I didn't even get the briefing, you know? I'm a spy
But I'm one of the spies that doesn't even get the briefing
I just get, like, one paragraph on an email, and then they just send me on my way
But, I mean, y'all shouldn't have told me
I'm an American spy, I didn't do the research, I just have the vibe
And I look good in the outfit
I don't know what the fuck I'm doin'
My fuckin' op's Russian, he's like, "You don't know how to do this shit? How are you spy?"
I'm like, "I'm American"
He's like, "You're like our McDonald's, that's your vibe"
I'm like, "I'm good with that, I'm chill with that, I'm vibin', yeah"
But, y'all can't get mad at me 'cause y'all know I'm just a bitch

[Chorus]
I’m a spy hacker chick, just wingin’ it,
Postin’ memes, spillin’ government secrets for the likes—oops, my bad.
Did a limited hangout, except nobody told me,
So now I’m just out here, clueless and silly.
Like, why y’all gettin’ pressed?
You knew from day one I was the mess.

[Verse 3]
I don't know what the fuck I'm doin'
They keep givin' me all this information
And then they keep tellin' me I'm not supposed to know the information
I'm like, "Why the fuck did you tell me?"
Y'all did the limited hangout without tellin' me, and now I just
I told, I told the whole world, bro, and now
And now y'all got a problem with it, I don't know
I'm a hacker chick, bro, I'm just a silly bitch, bro, I'm just a noob spy  chick
They keep tellin' me all this information, then tellin' me I'm not supposed to know
Then why the fuck did you tell me, bro?

[Chorus]
I’m a spy hacker chick, just wingin’ it,
Postin’ memes, spillin’ government secrets for the likes—oops, my bad.
Did a limited hangout, except nobody told me,
So now I’m just out here, clueless and silly.
Like, why y’all gettin’ pressed?
You knew from day one I was the mess.

[Bridge]
But then I hit “Reply All” by mistake,
Uh, Sent my secret plan to the whole damn place!
Boss calls, “Where’s the intel?”
I dunno, check my Instagram maybe?

(Outro) 
Spy vibes, but honestly,
I am just here for the  tea.
Don't want leaks? Maybe don’t let me in, ‘cause I slay,
Singin’ la-la-la, secrets aren’t safe with me bay bay.

Oops, OpSec Fail

ArmanTheCyber - Once Again (ytcracker remaster)

ytcracker - i can

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

lyrics: https://ghostbin.co/paste/d8e8d
likely the final mix

/dev/pts/d

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

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

@dicepticon beat

im chilling in the lair feeling okay
sitting on a folder full of 0day
looking through these files and i hope they
never patch em up leave it broke hey
all these scanners in the road way
checking for them errors in the code base
clock is ticking and i wont wait
time to live got a hacker feeling slow paced

X11 window manager yes i do some damage yuh
checking on my privilege like a cis white male in canada
then i escalate it my compiler keep it native
every tick up in your system timing attack underrated
bury data in the octets in the segments in your packets
all my DGs keep it gangster all my pinks they keep it ratchet
all my screens they keep refreshing hundred forty four a second
thats the time to live for pixels so its best we stay connected

got no time to spare i mark my meetings for deletion
so much CRUD up in my matrix that im working through the weekend
no i got no time for sleeping got a deadline got to keep it -
and i really like my password so i keep that bitch a secret
you know
im captivated by the captures on my wireshark -
keep the hat green like my cousin vinny's skylark
F to pay respects double F if you the best
double F i stay immortal in my time to live requests

ytcracker - ttl

lobotomy

Grayhat hacker and spy rapper keepin' it classyfied

Oops, OpSec Fail

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