Lyrics

I . traverse . remote . directories I'm lookin for the loot - rootshells in my trajectory I hit the traceroute - hoppin vlans that stay close to me Permissions transmute - fuck the logs and clear the history Yes i still got traumatic files stuck up in my memory Not a day goes by that i don't think about killin enemies None of these pussy boys, script kiddies, or thots will be kin to me I'm ridin round town with a god damn felony Mr. no permit still keep it concealed when i ride No longer trappin - cause these machines they will provide Money to the science needed for dreams to survive She wanna love me - but i'm fuckin dead inside Yeah i'm dying slowly - i don't really think it matter Its fucc the otha side - these mothafuckas dyin faster I'm layin low - lurkin - and i'm listenin to chatter Distribute payloads with a loader and a packer Powershell send a stain straight to hell I listen to the packets - stackin up the intel Please don't bang my line - don't call my cell I'm movin real quiet - i ain't ringin no bells Yeah i move silently - cause humans like to lie to me The nerdy hoodrat of the DG dynasty Stay with the space piracy - exterminate the rivalry AK - no AR - cause that shit go boom reliably Imma buy in - i don't sell out Try not to throw stones in a glass house Triangulate a snitch with a computer mouse I mastermind the way that all these packets route Fuck the clout - i do it for survival And not for the money or the bullets up in my rifle I'm tryn'ta make sure that my death will meet a late arrival When i find myself fighting demons - stuck up in a spiral