Hypertext

By Yung Innanet

Released on November 10, 2019

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Hollows in my magazine feelin real nervous

Cause i might just get shot

Greppin these logs all night from a remote host i call honeypot

Who you think you are, you a mothafuckin stain

Might as well be a fuckin chat bot

I don't fuck with lames cause my crew full of hitters

On the innanet or the street lot

I don't really care you can get it anywhere

Betta have yourself a real good plot

I be dead inside - you can see it in my eyes

If we tango one of us is gonna rot

I don't really care about the cops

I don't smoke weed i smoke opps

Askin bout my data, it's a lot

Keep it layеred so i don't get caught

Raid spinnin so my drives stay hot

Cold wallеts air gapped stay locked

9 millimeter round up top

Call my lawyer i don't wanna fuccin talk

No questions

Yung innanet in the buildin

Fuck what they feelin

Rsyslogd missed me so i'm stealin

For the fuckin thrill an

Grindin for a million

Nerdy hoodrat no cap can you feel this

Hyper text transfer protocol

I take a fucking stroll right past your firewall

Meet me on port 80 if you think that you can brawl

Before you know what hit you watch your uptime fall

Cross platform

And i don't need a fuckin packet storm

Script kiddy lamers couldn't reveal a fuckin password form

Make ya smash every key on ya keyboard

Load the IDE code malware when i'm fuckin bored

That's all i know

And i got that super user flow

Bumpin ytc as i'm stackin all this dough

Tried to view your webpage but that shit would not load

Apache got a codeine habit - movin real slow

Got keys for days and my whole crew packin

Say that you a hacker but your knowledge steady lackin

You said that you could own but we all know what the facts is

You runnin windows 7 and yo linksys droppin packets

Tcpdump and about 2 hours

Have ya infrastructure fallin like the twin towers

Camoflaugin interface as L2 routers

You sit and play games you a fuckin coward