[ytcracker]

I'm that cold, calculated, rapper

Waiting for my time to shine

I'm so sick, rolling thick

And this game is mine

Business and wealth I try to get myself

Know I got to chase them zeroes

Bill Gates and Steve Case are my heroes

Geeks with a vision you can't elevate those

See me in my street clothes

Just the elite know

How I defeat foes

How I treat hoes

You would never know a kid like me

At 17: hacked NASA

Dropped out of class to

Get my life started a little bit faster

Now I'm a dark side Jedi master

Using the force to choke out my critics

Spamtec boy, we did it

[canon]

Yo at 17 boy I was mean

Making green and AO-fiends

Taking over your machine

But I couldn't even sip pen'

See I wasn't old enough

Called sysadmin bluffs on a daily rush

"Hush!" they went as I huffed and puffed

I came in this game early like my first girly's muff

While you were popping pimples and hitting the bong

My intentions were simple: crush all, and move on

But it became more than a game

It was my hobby

From trusted networks to nudish AOL lobbies

I put firewalls out and detoured routers

I started flood spouts to digital firefighters

I was hated my many

But I didn't care about any

I was getting what I wanted didn't cost a pretty penny

All those Cisco quirks thought I was a disco jerk

When I pressured networks making all the necks hurt

They worked for days to see how I accessed the front page

I excelled the PowerPoint that they would look at my age

Knowledge made my wealth

And all you see that's the key

How I drop doctors harder than Ph.D's in Ivy Leagues

I had to have them all in the palm of my hand

At the mall made sysadmins fall from public land

I stand with no plan

Alone with no band

I plan

Execute on command and bam I'm the man