Convalescence - YTCracker

«I must atone for my part in this evil

If good men do nothing that is evil enough»

Idle hands do the devil’s work

And I can say with full faith and confidence that I’ve been being a jerk

And I’ve abandoned everything I once stood for

On the threat that one day agents go and kick in my door

But there is no one on this planet that can flex it like me

I can’t deny that I was born into this game to the beat

Of a different drummer — unencumbered by restrictions

No denying my addiction to the thrills of a system

That I manipulate with ease — bitch please

I’m a hacker first and foremost — 'till I croak

People see these civil liberties complain how they broke

But then they never exercise 'em when its counting the most

So I guess I gotta do it for 'em — be the champion

Don’t let the people put their rights on Ambien

Beat 'em at their own game — using the same

Tools they use against us to keep population tamed

Dust off the backups — unencrypt 'em get 'em back up

Give 'em a test — see how they stack up

Code a little dated so I must refactor — hack stuff

Hit 'em with the force of a kilobitted Mack truck

Exercise my fingers get 'em stretching to author

All the things that I require to code the app proper

Flicks of my wrists flash the watch — show stopper

Bottle full of Vyvanse — a nerdy pill popper

Coffee machine to keep me from dreams

Dedicate my life to these LED screens

This latrine of a world need a hero and quick

One who’s armed with his ARMs and a solid state disk

Ones who kicks it like he boots and reboots automatics

Refreshing and reloading all his weapons in brackets

Tab completing and defeating everyone in his way

Cuz his cycle megahurting on a search and replace

And then he raise hell — eviscerate all the fakas

With his grey hat anatomy incision like doctors

That man is me and I’m gon' keep it 110

And I won’t ever let these government agents scare me again

Don’t need a VPN — I’m on that namefag tip

If they want me gotta find me I’m gon' give 'em the SLIP

And like a serial line I got a problem with time

Especially doing it so try to catch me slipping right through you bitch

See me in your city I’m gon' strike at the center

I’m a citizen of San Secuestro an inventor

Revolutionary flying all my code like a flag

Watch me pull it out of hiding with a click and a drag

Done being convalescent — now I’m imbued with electrons

Easier for me to see how I have effect on

The world — when I’m back to my roots

Rootshell on the consciousness of all of my troops