beat produced by heath stone

i remember way back when
a precocious young thug didnt keep no friends
didnt get much love i just stayed in the shadows
waging my battles sharpened my craft on the adults
on the internet i would outsmart outwit -
along with the handles in my outfit
and on god most of yall out there whining
the same ones told me im wasting my time and

everybody think they smart - think they deserve
a rari in the garage and a lambo on the curb
but you aint paid no kinda dues
get a stimulus check and you spent it on shoes
is it my fault that you picked a degree in the arts but you suck
at everything you touch?
is it my problem that your credit card is tapped to the max
cuz your ass cant hack?

tired of all these motherfucking normies bitchin
that they aint making six figures working in a kitchen
man they tripping i got 10000 hours logged in 10000 things
making 10000 dollars every time my phone rings

still getting mailbox money
from a spam campaign i sent back in 2020
and that seo traffic that i cornered in a market
still got them people searching dox on the darknet
meanwhile everyone complaining bout their wages
you aint making shit while im making web pages -
why cant you adapt to the future?
job gon be automated soon fucking loser

slightly sick of all this brainy shit im doing
getting used by a bunch of idiots who aint improving
anything up on this planet and just want it all for free
because they just aint smart enough to make it on the streets
student loans in a bunch of worthless fields you indebted
while my code running clean on these circuits sit embedded
in devices in your houses on this internet i rule
and i never took a handout never graduated school -

so all you mediocre muggles take a seat
im compensated for my talent in the presidential suite -
and while im writing robots to replace you cause you worthless
you should learn to code or find yourself a better purpose (because)

the world dont need another barista
the world dont need another philosophy teacher
the world dont need another alcoholic writer
the world dont need another soundcloud biter
i just wanna live with terminator in the trap
with a home so smart im getting brain in my lap
no cap no gas put a lazy bitch on blast
til a robot come along and do your job twice as fast

ytcracker - robots will definitely take your job

postman w/ ytcracker

beat produced by heath stone

ringleader in this circus of circuits
may be certified but them bitches be worthless -
aint the first time you motherfuckers heard this
cyber general im dying in the service
if we at war see what war gets
i get that rootkit loaded on an arm cortex
put them logs in my vortex timestamp order
watch me siphon all credentials from the ukraine border

you know i keep the payload pristine
and i been logging hella hours up on my machine
gamer chair got that gangsta lean you terrified
keep it crip with the bluetooth blue check verified
fifty five on em elemental primitives to chain
playing 5d chess on that 5g range
serving malware to five eyes like fries at five guys
fly by giving wifi these high fives

im in my element
hacking everything i can for the hell of it
im never celibate fucking any system in my $PATH
im the model of malevolence a master of my craft

how can i be arachnophobic?
the web is gay
enumerating all these subs like its anime
at the mandalay with dawgyg and zlz
ziot nagli haddix all the homies sitting next to me
free betting all my weaponry we keep them buggies bugging
hold it down like im a harness with a harness while im fuzzing - 
im so entitled cuz my title is the king
finding holes like i was titleist bitch every time i swing

i get even with my odds (bitch im the house)
im still sleeping with these broads (im in and out)
dark scientist emeritus im out here on the streets
got a flipper in my pocket and that dolphin unleashed
saying fuck the academics those who cant do, teach
while i send a thousand blessings to the spam crew preach - 
hard to comprehend exactly why i feel at home
even when i leave that sandbox in your tab on google chrome
cuhhhh

ytcracker - my element

i've been known to vibe
with members of my tribe
present them with my slides
i keep on my hard drive
around the world we fly
ian aero the seats guy
hit the maximum retries
on the burp when the beat dies

i'm coming for the glooooobe and everything in it -
commander with a squad full of starship lieutenants
we keep that /flipper flipper/ - loaded and locked
so we can change the television at the bar on the jocks

i'm never stepping down in voltage so consider me shocked
and i'm still weaving through these wires and adjusting these pots
i'm hacking biiiiitch you know we ain't playing
sitting on your network bout to go super saiyan
all my recon and tools and my proxies and pools
all sit loaded up on shell accounts at various schools
and all these columns and rows of immaculate flows
hacker poetry prose hit it right on the nose

i'm blowing flower
deep in shinagawa
feeling like a (samurai) warrior (samurai)
uchigatanas
stuffed in my pajamas
for swinging at the bands like a (samurai)
we are (samurai)
the keyboard cowboys
if you see us coming better focus (focus)
i'm blowing flower
deep in shinagawa
feeling like a (samurai) warrior (samurai)

egg salad sandwich wrapper sitting in my vest top
carry round my garbage like its sitting on my desktop
exit the train at the next stop hit the markets
sifting through components i can use against my targets
signal generators with cicada and lena
stunt a satchel full of silicon the hardwares in beta
i'm constructing these pylons from lithium ions
serving up the current that we live and we die on

tokyo boot girls cute in kabukicho
im on the 44th floor bumpin music yo
a couple broads for a couples massage
that i ordered using bitcoin and still followed the laws
i'm living cyberpunk as fuck and huffing the snow crash
run these streets so much i keep on suffering road rash
dim the brightness domino is sleeping next to me
generating strings with high kolmogorov complexity


ytcracker - samurai

pull the hammer back and i'm letting these bullets blast bytes from the breadboard
sanded off a trace so i'm soldering a copper wire baked with a lead core
straightening bent pins with a needle nose weapon got precision on the measurement
coordinated with my hand eye watching me supply all the hoes that i'm pleasuring
sine waves scrolling on the screen clock a phase lock loop
got that range block scooped with an EQ plates you can see through layers of the circuit
mounted on the surface - sit chips with a purpose picked and placed in a matrix
shiny black squares they're bathed in epoxy make the silicon look faceless

polarized lens on the camera diffusing my teardown
every time i bear down pins on these debugger pads i hit their ass with a (stair) down
j-link authentic cause a nerd made of money and my daddy jeffy b keep the lab stocked
all my soldiers in the shipyard ripping on them chips hard secure with the padlock
and i'm /flipping/ - switches - a microcontroller mage making fire bolts
and i /whisper/ - glitches - to the pins on a quad flat package that is eating five volts 
setting sail on the power rail bus pirate in the playground
and you know if that throw is an active low then that whodi gonna stay down

hackers consider me the plug all because yt he got what the hood need
all the embedded knowledge got it bundled in a book that was written by the goodspeed
they'll tell you to remember where you came from if you're ever caught up in the rat race
openocd and the gdb got me stepping through the backtrace
i drift - my bronze-colored wick - all across the chips and across the wiring 
flux bubble up and it dissipates once i apply that soldering iron
listening to the sizzle it's a symphony of circuitry sound mang
and my multimeter makes music when i meddle with the probes on the ground plane

read and beware of the checksum checking on an even or an odd bit
bitmagic if you bought it analyze the logic
break app protector inject a sector on flash when my rig drop
get that pitch connector to siphon nectar off the ribbon with the sigrok
3d printed an enclosure puffing on the doja filing down the plastic
i'm prototyping these hoes are biting my sauce iconoclastic, classic
clearing off my desk and i'm sitting here thinking on the people that i bled for
put the cover back i'm not letting any pussy push pins in my breadboard

ytcracker - breadboard

YTCracker - Green Hat (829 Version)

DB cowboi.mp3

Amplitude Problem - Enter My World FT. YTCracker (Max James Remix)

Wake Up (feat Ytcracker)

crosstalk (ft ytcracker)

ytcracker f. freeced yung innanet - real ones (Max James Remix)

i want to be a robot when i grow up.

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