_blondie_wav.demo_2014

 

Feds lurkin' 
This ain't no PsyOp! 
You dig? 
Yo, I'm going in 
 
A rookie in the game, but I’m learning from the best, 
My man’s an AnonOps vet, I'm all obsessed. 

Blackhat hackers lurking deep in IRC, 
Cameras off, Proxymox on, movin' silently. 

My CPU cycles go to the almighty botnet 
And the power of that D DoS, don't you forget 

Root, admin, user, guest; I'll escalate and vent 
Got the RAT installed, watch that data get sent 

Tell the white hats: "Ha-ha-ha-ha 
can't stop me, can't patch the flaws. 

I go by black hat rules: can't beat 'em, then you hack 'em 
You can't ban 'em, then you crack 'em 
You can't get 'em, then you attack 'em 
We pop shells like it's easy, no slackin' 

Yeah my dead drop sick. 
Yeah my glock, sick. 
Am I not thicc? 
I'm in it.  
Motherfucker, I'm leet (yeah) 

A million nodes here, a million nodes there 
Tor relays chained long, exit nodes everywhere 
Like parsing the thinnest JSON, I'm in a trance 
I tunnel through SSH, watch the packets dance 
Never answer pings, stealthy's what I preach 
Don't you hate a noisy hack? Yeah, I like it discreet 
When I ask for root, don't act surprised 
It ain't an intrusion if you're authorized 
Botnets swarm when you call out commands, 
C 2 servers put control in your hands. 
Fast-flux DNS keeps your trail erased, 
A polymorphic payload leaves no trace. 
Payloads droppin’, I’m catchin’ the vibe, 
A queen in the spyin’, just takin’ my time.
 

Yeah my dead drop sick. 
Yeah my glock, sick. 
Am I not thicc? 
I'm it. 
Motherfucker, I'm leet (yeah) 

Bitch I'm Living off the land, I don't need no malware 
PowerShell's my weapon, already installed everywhere 
Anti-virus evasion, I'm a ghost in the machine 
Process hollowing, injection, my code's never seen 
Windows internals, I know every nook and cranny 
Kernel exploits give me power uncanny 
D.L.L. injection, AtomBombing, I do it with ease 
Your defenses are nothing, don't even try me 
Motherfucker, the feds ain't shit without me, confess 
Stolen creds in the data dump, looking so fresh 
Backconnect proxies keep my traffic clean, 
A rotating IP pool makes me unseen. 
Every request gets a brand-new face, 
A new IP address to erase my trace. 
Socks5 or residential, I’ve got my pick, 
A backconnect node makes evasion slick. 

Yo, I’m the Queen of spies, better check my crown, 
Hanging with hackers? You know I'm always down.  
Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me 
They don't see me, but they hear me 
They don't feel me, but they fear me 
Don't Dare me 

 

Blackhat Rules

lyrics: https://genius.com/Ytcracker-except-crime-lyrics

ytcracker feat. dnz - except crime

Maybe you've heard us playing this through the summer festival circuit this year? Had a lot of requests to get this one released, and thought we'd give the people what they want. This bass heavy remix of Rage Against The Machine - Bulls On Parade is here and available for download. Grab the high quality files on Bandcamp, or hit up the link for a free 320 kbps MP3 download.

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MP3 Download Link:
https://hypeddit.com/c5dzxg

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Bulls on Parade (Omnirock x Goosetronics Remix)

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Bulls On Parade (Omnirock x Goosetronics Remix)

2016 remix of still dg by @tsadi even though its tzadi or tz80i or tz something

go fuck yourself hack the planet

10 years later ain't a damn thing changed

Late in the evening, or is it morning?
Couple days sat awake and i see me yawnin'
James Bondin', pinging and they ain't respondin'
Mission accomplished, yeah, bitch, I'm pwning
Roll out the crib, white hat on the crest
"Spamtec" like a badge on the right of my chest
Blip-blip on my Sidekick, I flip my wrist
SSH to my box page down to next
My stats look good, what about my checks?
So many digits, it's a googleplex
Rotation of the earth like my spam subjects
Perplex the best, the wicked get no rest
Slide in my Chrysler, the blades will slice ya'
Mesh grill on the front just to entice ya'
IPod in the dash, Nerd Life supreme
Track, track, to the Spamtec audio stream
Still live my life like the perfect dream
There ain't a soul that can touch me or my team, nah
District attorneys set out on journeys
And then I lead them on like "A Weekend at Bernie's"
Feds on the scene, try collectin' my convos
See me on AIM talkin' to all the blond hos
it's Condos, coast to coast, wireless enabled
When they set to sniff I switch to cables
IPs bounce through multi nations
I keep confidential like doctors' patients
It's Nerd Life and it's DG death
Represent DG 'til my dying breath

I'm still a DG and I ain't gonna stop
So don't twist it up and make it something it's not
From handguns to bandwidth, I'm still kickin'
And I'll fry your ass like a piece of chicken

I'm still a DG and I ain't gonna stop
So don't twist it up and make it something it's not
From handguns to bandwidth, I'm still kickin'
And I'll fry your ass like a piece of chicken

I swear, people baffle me
Who the fuck would even want to battle me?
Boy what a fuckin' day that'll be
When their life disappears with their chattel, G
Don't battle me, because we rich in numbers
Every day see a couple of fresh newcomers
Tryin' to make a name off of my demise
And I always hit them up with the YT surprise
It may not happen right away, 'cause I lay in the weeds
And I strike like a snake, whenever I please
And such is the life of most DGs
You don't see it comin' 'til you're on your knees

Every time they try to weasel out of my trap
I pull them right back, put their heads in my lap
A little stressful, but I've got enough cigs
And I got enough to proxies to shake the pigs
Carton after carton of these 72s
And I'm still pullin' hits out my Underoos
I still bruise, pack up and DOS the server
Sit back and act like a calm observer
Call all the shots from miles away
Sittin' in a Starbucks at the break of day
I don't play, so act like you think you know
'Cause I'm a fuckin' DG, you're a fuckin' bitch, bro
Yeah!

ytcracker - still dg (tzadi remix) (2016 edition) (downloadable)

freshley crusher on the beat

[ytcracker]
i play the simulation raw wrote the manual myself
put my skill points into rapping and computers mental health
took a debuff cause a player cant have it all
but i been hacking on the game since i could crawl
i keep that jnco armor from the nineties
same phone number on my celly you can find me
not where you left me i try to keep in motion
cause a planetary body make the waves in the ocean

i bear the standard for computer hackers in debuggers
im the patron saint for you motherfuckers
my DNA encoded cross platform 
im an interdimensional leader of a hack forum
i got the greybeard stats 
closet full of white fitted hats for that ass
got a hole in my heart from a girl that i let into my kernel
so im making tons of music keep my legacy eternal

i keep it real for the real ones - 
hustle for a meal ones trying to make a deal ones
blowing science til you gotta go and kneel ones
beat it on appeal ones sudo from the wheel ones

[freeced]
I keep it real, though I've got my hesitations
I'll be telling everybody it's just like the simulations
I got concentration even if it gets a little severed, the
Ability to focus is what's putting me in jeopardy
Cuz I've always been aware the things that I think
Are becoming radical commodities, we're nearing the brink
Of a breakthrough, if we only had the knowledge and cared
We'd be breaking barriers our predecessors never dared to
And that's the reason that I play with the best
For anything less, I'm honored but I stated a quest
And though I'm rolling in delusions, I got hope in my chest
And if I'm crestfallen, always keep it close to my vest
Cuz I do it for the real ones, in all spaces
Even if they ain't got real names or faces
I'll never be complacent with a scam or a fake
I'm building memories, and I ain't got the RAM it'll take

[yung innanet]
yes i keep it real for the real ones
virtual servers provisioned for hackers with low funds
keepin terabytes of dirty code - verifying these checksums
if you want the beef - then homie come and get some

yes i keep it real - yes i really pack the steel
you can ask anybody regardless of how they feel
i be runnin these innanet services that stay concealed
my crew hungry for them meals - speakers bangin on that neals

all black like a funeral - tryn'ta increase these numerals
avoid these computer hos - innanet be the one they chose
hit em with them fragmented packets now they movin slow
fake ones aren't kin to me - no that man is not my bro

yung snat don't wanna talk - cause you fake
nothing but jacketed hollow points for the snakes
i be movin slow and steady -  i don't wanna win the race
but i promise innanet neva stuck in last place

ytcracker f. freeced, yung innanet - real ones

i want to be a robot when i grow up.

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