Threat Hunting Vibes

Written and performed by 0xdade (@0xdade)
Produced and engineered by Dale Chase (https://twitter.com/daleochase)
Mixed and mastered by Cecil Decker (@mononoaudio)

Was going to wait to publish this until I had an album ready, but I also forgot to submit anything to the defcon soundtrack so this is my way of making up for that.

Lyrics:

I was sittin in my dorm room, just a dumb kid
Started hacking for fun now I'm hacking just to live
That first injection like sql in my brain
That dopamine release and I'm on the hype train
I sent them an email from a burner, let em know
Then I disappeared, class was over, time to go
Walking into work the very next day
Saw bout a hundred cops from all around the state
I pulled my hood up tight and I called my boss
"I think I'm getting sick, (cough cough)" I coughed
I ran back to my room and I wiped my PC
Thought to myself it couldn't happen to me
I looked in the mirror and my hat was black
That's it, I thought, there's no turning back

[ Hook ]
You got started late, Keep movin forward
You made some mistakes , Keep movin forward
You don't know what's next, Keep movin forward
You're feelin so stressed, Keep movin forward
You're full of self hate, Keep movin forward
You can't concentrate, Keep movin forward
You're feelin depressed, Keep movin forward
You're not at your best, Keep movin forward

Fast forward, summer, lulzsec was running wild
New job, new place, no longer just a child
Jumped into anonops, loving IRC
I torrent, u torrent, so much piracy
Need a way to hack so I bought a thinkpad _
Off a guy on Craigslist he said it's pretty bad
Cost a hundred bucks and the battery sucks
The hard drive don't work I was all outta luck _
Spent a month learning Linux, and I built a USB
It booted up live, Linux lit up my screen
Easy to erase just pull the power plug
Connected up to Tor and I was back on my drug
Back to black hat school, class was in session
Every free hour spent pouring over lessons
No girls no friends a little league of legends
That's how I spent my late adolescence
 
[Hook]

A few months later I got a phone call
My buddy's been raided it's time to burn it all
Hung up my hat and I never looked back
There's gotta be a safer way I can hack
Focused on school and I did really well _
Opportunities abound when I applied myself
Later that year I got offered a job _
Flew to Cali with a backpack, dressed like a slob
Changed my whole life in just a few months
Had money for lunch and savings for once
Made some new friends and we had a good time
I was feelin so good I was feelin sublime
Somethin was lurkin in the back of my mind
Every night at home I was thinkin about crime
Askin myself how to do it full time I was
Askin myself how to do it full time

[Hook]

A friend hit me up, said "let's go to defcon"
Wasn't too long and I had my badge on
Got back on Twitter, started talking to strangers
First time in Vegas, wary of the danger
Guy named darkmatter said let's link up
My first con friend so we had to drink up
No cactus no kraken just the wrist HUD
He even gave me one, I knew we were buds
Looking for work in security
Emailing managers sincerely
One of them told me to go talk to Toby
I reached out to Toby and he got to know me
Toby led the red team and they got to hack
He taught me red team is much more than that
I put in extra hours just to try to impress and
When he offered me a job, of course I said yes

[Hook]

Keep Moving Forward

postman w/ ytcracker

A super-quick contribution for Freestyle Fridays on 23-06-09.

https://www.reddit.com/r/makinghiphop/comments/1454mrd/freestyle_friday_post_your_beats_to_be_rapped_on/

Beat: https://soundcloud.com/jester-448067962/get-back-gritty-ny-style-beat-94-bpm

Tools of the Trade

Tools of the Trade (produced by JesTer)

@keifergr33n flip of the @ytcracker crypto anthem

ytcracker - Bitcoin Baron (KEIFERGR33N Remix)

Sitting on your Network
Game ain't clean in the Network
Wait till the XSS'ing


Bitcoin Baron

beat by @jhfly - "birthday song"

its your boy neals - how you been whats been cracking
i been chilling up in prison since this bullshit happened
been a few years now still trying to make some sense of things
went and risked it all a few listened when my whistle ring
a select few soldiers always loyal
to the words that i was preaching in my hat of tinfoil
like yourself, so i had to pen this letter
to you - cause you've been listening to truth

i've been labeled as a prophet or a leader or an activist
but im just another human asterisk
in the scheme of things - and im despondent about it
cause nobody wanna be a failure filled with that doubt and
you know i tried to raise awareness - and gain some listeners
maybe if i sucked less then opinions would differ
but these reddit threads im seeing no my name is never mentioned
aint a treatise on neutrality where neals gets some attention (no affection)

i might sound like a whiner
but i wouldnt trade my talents for the tea in all of china
yea it hurts when ive devoted all my soul to these pursuits
and ive sacrificed my life to microphones and killer roots
maybe ive inspired just enough to make a difference
but this business is a tough one and i feel ive earned a pittance
for my - relentless efforts going spitting the gospel
authentic to my message never wavered never waffled

my mental health is fragile and perpetually embattled
in this struggle with my demons arthur morgan in the saddle
and my self destructive nature makes more obstacles to face or i
can complicate life further with a misclick of my cursor
but im fortunate and blessed that my skillset gave me options
and i think ive snowballed karma to the point of near exhaustion - 
even when im gone im not forgotten 
which is more than you can say for the average artist dropping
tracks

lose my footing every time i feel im gaining traction
try to focus through the mass distraction
and im feeling like a fraction of my former self no satisfaction 
try to write some music but it lacks the passion -
systems crashing in a chain reaction
so i ingest a bunch of drugs to feel some minor calefaction
and i lack the knack to fasten my seatbelt and strap in
afraid of interacting with the public cause i feel theyre laughing

at me - my inconsistency apparent
from a manic fearless daring bitcoin baron on a tear into
a recluse - an agoraphobic hermit
with a lack of electric current through my hacker circuit -
thin epidermis with no sense of purpose -
my kernel idle with no running service -
alone and nervous with no fuel to drive the furnace
feel im missing all my chances to return in earnest

dude imperfect coding go and serpent -
music merchant asking "is it worth it?"
incarcerated in this prison civil servant
who's been sentenced with a verdict in a freak occurrence
out of control like all my dedis running kubernetes
patchless open access with no coldwater protect my levees
perpetual defendant
i just want to end it overdose and maybe ill transcend it

feel discouraged because i once had the courage
and now im just a shadow with a soul malnourished
hoping praying for the return of the eagerness i demonstrated
killmark etched on cases of the systems that i penetrated
at the very least just let me get it motivated
enough to take a couple steps ahead to get me calibrated
forever yours, gang affiliated
neals
signed and dated

ytcracker - letter from neals

iptables

Ytcracker - Underground Sewer (chrono Nurga Vol 1.)

Spamtec- Dead And Gone

pci compliance

a bonus to chew on while you wait for me to make real music

runawaytrain.wav

@morbid

suicide is all i think about when i lay in bed
existential dread invade my damn head
addicted to these drugs you heard what i fuckin said
she wanna love me but i've long since been dead

what the fuck you think it is
got rum in my stomach witta a pistol on my hip
i be cryin out for help - nobody listen
upon yo traphouse i descend

you a punk mothafucka - i be rollin with the demons
plottin and schemin - lookin for a reason
sendin shots at yo crew like h i'm fiendin
lost in the universe lookin for the meanin

it don't mean shit
i try to feel alive - crimes i commit
i be lookin in yo eyes - you a fuckin bitch
stand in my presence - you unfit

every single day go by - i feel less
can't even say that i am depressed
please run up so you can get pressed
wanna feel something so i will take yo life next

on a quest just to feel this
an existence that is so fucking pointless
i know i can make it so damn painless
press up against my temple with the stainless

leave you brainless in the boulevard now you nameless
lookin for the payment
i will not show up to my arraignment
heart don't beat but i do my best to fake it

drown me in the lake, throw me off the dock
please oh please let my body rot
drown me in the lake, throw me off the dock
please oh please let my body rot

sendin shots till you in a pine box
cumslut look just like goldilocks
9 millimeter with the 380 by my sock
she look real pretty with a throat full of cock

i wish i was bein dramatic - i'm so frantic
got vivid memories of death locked up in the attic
of my mind - i be losin track of time
if you fuckin drop a dime - i'mma come and get mine

exist ft sedoyak

!hook

marshall be the reason i stay drinkin 211s
22 up in his skull - no i don't believe in heaven
matthew used to sell me big fat sacks of dexedrine
overdosed now i'll never get see that man again

josh and i used to make chiptune metal music
found his girlfriend hangin from a tree and i watched him lose it
thought he'd be fine - little damage - but he'd get through it
8 years later dead in a truck - his own doin

life is all we got - tragedy and the joy
hate to say it but you know that they're a part of the story
don't give a fuck about glory - its all about allegory
no light without the darkness, contrast keeps us from purgatory

do my best to not ponder questions that do not matter
i promise i'll never be the one to make my brain splatter
am i a useless piece of shit, trapper, hacker, or a rapper
i am none and all of the above i'm just another chapter

--

sometimes i forget that i grew up without my own mother
all i have are stories told by my father and my brother
i look just like her - sometimes i think bout the pistol striker
i digress - for years these thoughts be lurkin like a spider

so many people close to me talk about suicide
haven't even started to remember everyone that's died
hypnotized, thoughts of death - they romanticize
hotline will not help them realize that there's no paradise

you must utilize the pain joy and sacrifice
every little moment - good or bad - perfect art defined
this abstraction i rely - leaving thoughts of death behind
might as well be alive until i am neutralized

so open your eyes its another crazy fuckin day
it don't matter what yo good at - it don't matter what you['re] paid
are you you afraid? don't let it fade, soak it all in
every little feeling is a part of your blueprint

0x3b

yung innanet - Unbound (Max James Remix)

hey there hacker boi won’t you tie me up a little
running Cat6 bondage
dropping wifi signals
you’ve got power over ethernet while I’m stuck the middle
i’m your naughty little sub domain
let’s keep the routing simple


pop my fucking creds
bring me back from the dead
compromising subnets
just to catchup on your threads


established ingress port
greyhat cybercrime consort
my attraction flooding switches
 at the layer transport

hey there hacker boi treat me like your private server
ready for your traffic
I’m no RST packet squirmer 
git push to me baby make my repo branches shiver
aim your exploit at my box
deep scan me and deliver


 popped shell uplink
gotta let my brain think
take a deep breath
never let my fucking heart blink


make that server go pop in the night
make that server go pop in the night
make that server go pop in the night
make that server go pop in the night

youre my hacker boi I’m your freqy little deamon
here for your instructions
to support the cyber schemmin
closed port no resort so I’m cam girl streamin --
mix it up to take it down
and now we double teamin


make that server go pop in the night
make that server go pop in the night
make that server go pop in the night
make that server go pop in the night

speed it up now let me syn for that ack boi
rate limit throughput
throttle and destroy
working for a taste like i'm sipping on lacroix   -- - 
press control plus c 
interrupt and redeploy


break it from the stack
continue to run it back
at the top of the loop
while conditions fully track 
function call me baby
turn my hashes into crack
penetrate my network
with your cybercrime attack

server down
burn it to the ground
lose my body to the
mother fucking sound
lose my mind through
the traffic outbound
keep it stealth 
for the hacker underground 
admin creds
leaky hypervisor threads
phishing for love
i'm your e-girlfriend
boolean expression
always true to the end
never gotta worry 
when my packets suspend

smartwater (prod. by yung innanet)

Grayhat hacker and spy rapper keepin' it classyfied

Ytcracker - Underground Sewer (chrono Nurga Vol 1.)

spamtec

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