/issues/trust

Lyrics by Ohm-I and bash explode
Beat by DopeBoyzMusic
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I keep them thangs on me when I move
You get hit with any payload that I choose
Got my eyes on them devices that you use
If I get my hands on 'em, you gon lose
if you ask why all my flash drives are by Hak5
You'll get baptized with rubber duckies but not the type you have when it's bathtime
If you pick one up when I pass by when I cruise, your computer's getting abused
When it calls back my C2
I solemnly swear I am up to no good
I do a drive-by checking ya wifi capturing packets when I'm ya hood
Walk through ya office I'm putting in drops sending back loot from wherever I could,
Passing back hashes from where they all stood, and if I crack 'em I'm harder than wood
You'll never catch me lackin', keep the tools on my side
And you'll always find me packin', when I move, when I ride
And you'll sometimes find me hackin', could be you any time
So it's best that you keep in mind

It ain't a game homey
You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey 
Always on the move, yeah you know I keep them thangs on me
I keep them thangs on me 
It ain't a game homey
You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey 
Always on the move, yeah you know I keep them thangs on me
I keep them thangs on me 

OMG cables, I keep 'em with me
USB A and the B and the C
When I swap 'em out you ain't gonna see it was me
You plug it in, now it's speaking to me
Turn on the logging on, now I'm peepin' ya keys
Ya file system ain't a secret to me
Watch me exfil the files where ya secrets would be
I'm a freak on them drives, got em C and the D
I keep them near on my waist
Now I'm hacking anytime, anywhere, any place
If you got yo wifi on, I got my gear on the trace
Watch me wigle to ya spot and appear in ya face
802.11 got me creepin' on you 
Suprise! Wouldn't wanna be in ya shoes
Cause why? You about to meet my C2
See my shells do what the beat 'bout to do 
They reversing
Access remotely when I hack you in person
Escalate upways, that's just for certain  
If you ain't update, patch all ya versions
Yeah, I got my love for my hot plugs
And I plug 'em in anything you ain't lock up
Watch you put in creds on the prompt when it pops up
Now your creds are mine, and I do what I want cause
You know I'm rockin' them thangs
Payloads go and I'm poppin' them thangs
No stoppin' them thangs, exploits rop with chain
Till the day that there's rot in my brain

It ain't a game homey
You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey 
Always on the move, yeah you know I keep them thangs on me
I keep them thangs on me 
It ain't a game homey
You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey 
Always on the move, yeah you know I keep them thangs on me
I keep them thangs on me 

I heard you had a knack
For catching attackers on your stack
Too bad I dropped a Pi
And spoofed your VOIP phone MAC
Connect back to my C2
Cause bad boys, what ya gonna do
With them thangs on us, we're coming for you

You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey 
Always on the move, yeah you know I keep them thangs on me
I keep them thangs on me 
It ain't a game homey
You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey 
Always on the move, yeah you know I keep them thangs on me
I keep them thangs on me 
We're not the same homey

It ain't a game homey
You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey 
Always on the move, yeah you know I keep them thangs on me
I keep them thangs on me

Them THANGS (ft. bash explode)

dicepticon did some beat things i did some voice things and you get scientific to them i think

i love robots

wisely syndicate - that kid (demo)

Beat & Vocals Mixed By Purple Shotty AKA DJ KetSniff AKA WaveGod

Lyrics :

LeavingWillows :

catch you late at night boy ain't no speeding off
slash your throat with my knife watch you bleeding out
me and purple shotty realer than psychosis
don't even gotta say it you already know this
Pop a 100 pills i dont give a fuck like im going thru withdrawal
Tough as fuck frank Richards all your bullets fall 
Smoking on death bitch im Satan im burning all way to the bank
dont wanna pay ruin your day blood in my vision im stompin your face
aye im selling that shit for the low you know i love money roll
green i be growing in gardens be coming up quick and you ass cant even know
100 to yo dome 100k in my phone leave yo ass alone
bitch im posted up huffing good shit posted lights like im post malone
chrome angel shine my swag so divine i love my fuckin nine this powder is so fine my dope so sublime

Purple Shotty :

yeah
walk in the lobby, me & willows lookin foggy
purple in my cup, feel the shadows tryna call me
xans by the pair, i be movin like a zombie
oxy in my bloodstream hummin like it want me

silver on my waist, chrome angel on my side
dark thoughts swirl when the moon hit the ride
hotel carpet lookin like it start to melt wide
me & willows in the mirror seein demons in our eyes

lean back, nod slow, vision turn grainy
static in my head like the world goin 80
i dont trust shit, every shadow lookin shady
whole life feel like a glitch goin crazy

black hoodie on me like im crawlin from the void
whispers in my ear tryna tell me make noise
bass hit low, feel it rumble in my joints
fuck what they talkin, im the one they avoid

hoes in the hallway tryna ask what im on
i dont say nothin, just stare til they gone
my soul too cold like im carved out stone
every step echo like a ghost in the zone

Chrome Angels (ft. LeavingWillows)

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)

hijinks space original mix of ye olde take a knee

ytcracker - take a knee (hijinks space original)

our existence teeters on an event horizon
on a one way trip to spaghettification
i'm a nation builder but i'm ahead of my time
watching tears well up like the gravity wells watch me shine
watch me get sucked under with every little blunder
beat em to the finish like a photon voltron assemble
nimble tidbits broadcast subspace frequency
quintessential lyrically say

quasar pulsar stardust material
made up of the same from the cores we ethereal
space royalty imperial born from a nebula
never a question man you can't explain that
cuz the tides still move in these vinyl grooves
and the digital alternative go solid state
and innately we all remain stately ambassadors
to a cluster of nerves in our brains

from a cluster of stars in a universe spinning
on a little blue dot filled with little men and women
where everyone is sinning and salvation is a concept
that they taught us out of what they deemed as love but really wasn't
you're my cousin made of atoms only difference is the data
not the money not errata scattered all throughout the planet
shit i had it with the falsehoods none of us are truly greater
if you want it sugar coated you can suck a now and later
i wont even waste the oxygen to reload on this verse
because every breath i'm taking on the planet make it worse

but fuck it - we got the supernova swag
if the universe is ending lets just end it with a bang
and there aint no sense in whining cuz the entropy is rising
and youre dying every second that you're wasting quit your crying 
fuck it - we got the supernova swag
if the universe is ending lets just end it with a bang
and there aint no sense in whining cuz the entropy is rising
and youre dying every second that you're wasting quit your crying 

fuck what you heard cuz im 99%in
yea i make a lot of money but i do a lot of spending
trying to keep up with the joneses try to keep it swagalicous
got a daughter got a girlfriend got an ex i called her missus
see the bitch is nerdy soldiers are just trying to make a living
but they outsourced all positions overseas and made a killing
now im feeling that my people starving - i try to put em on
seedy side of internets is always needing pokemon

always getting master balls - the only numbers that are missing
are the ones who aint up hacking all the gibsons
in the kitchen fucking cooking making proggies spreading viral
steady burning down the system like its molten front or hyjal
in denial - watched you spread them flyers and occupied the streets
teach the banks a lesson or its curtains for the currencies
screw it grab a weapon grab a hammer grab a heavy chair
id say id meet you down in hell but it seems were already there

(but it seems were already there)

and if im dying - im going crispy as a lays
im gon walk up to the devil tell him bring back billy mays
snort a mound of coke and shout with the ultimate pitch maaaaan
mighty whitey like the putty shouting "eat the rich" damn
jack move - office space ya bank accounts bare
old money heads on pikes in the center times square
fuck a drum circle man peace and love just forget it
jolly roger told us anarchys the only way to get it

ytcracker - supernova swag (v2swag)

(since when do buzzwords make you elite?)

(nerdy voice: I got my hypervisor web 2.0 ajax cross-site request forgery
working)

[verse 1]

too.. too.. 
too many buzzwords, black and white hat
too many hype jacking wannabe's at defcon like that (nerd: got root?)
too many white-fat industry pie-graphs
real hackers out hijacking your WiMAX

too much clique bullshit and politics
too many props for sites hit with javascript (yea I said it)
too much of the media acknowledges 
bull shit hacking perpetuating novices

too.. too..
too many phones wire tapped without impunity
too many granted retroactive immunity
too much peacocking in the infosec community
between kids comparing their favorite flavors of unices

too many hackers deserving adequate eulogies
forgotton or burnt reminiscing how it used to be
I dont let this type of shit get to me usually
I cant be complacent, I have to save it

[chorus]

This is your career on life support (whaaat?)
and we're not white hats tryin to write reports
any box can be popped with the right resource
so your threat model's worthless, NICE REPORT

We got your network on life support (yeyeaah!)
fuck your firewall tryin to hide your ports
we hop these through proxies to hide the source
so your packet log is nothing, NICE REPORT (NICE REPORT)

[verse 2]

open the mic wire, flip a beat to the speakers 
and watch me light fire, to this industry's 
hype whores and hype biters, reporters and type writers 
makin doc raid resort to blow torches and vise plyers 

spiked wire (shit!) c4 and battle axes 
put me on a keyboard to battle hax0rs 
sheepish and claiming beef, cattle hackers 
talk shit, get owned by me, and tattle after

the skills of the new kids? useless
exploits? they can't write their own excuses
just downloading sploits and rootkits
and now you think your worthy the status of dade murphy?

a ninja's not defined by his sword, of course
and theres more to a network than switch and a cord
so I retorte and ask an ego damaging question
how do you reckon you're elite merely brandishing weapons?

[chorus again]

[outro:]

Yeah! What up to Conkrete my producer, man, number 1 in the game.
This goes out to my crew SophSec, 
This goes out to Visigoth and all the Kenshoto
Man this goes out to Syncrew
This goes out to RFP, Toby, Sharky and Ap3
Starik, the 0x41 crew
I say what up to Sa7ori, Subrute, Fredrick Diggle, 
Doc Brown, @las, The Janus Group, 
What up to all my homies
Doc Raid, 2009 the World is Mine

[Nice Report!]


Dr Raid - Nice report

Ytcracker - System Failed (Max James Remix)

5G (ft ytcracker)

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)

i want to be a robot when i grow up.

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