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Like the fire needs the air
I won't burn unless you're there

I need you
I need you to hate me

[ytcracker]
They knew me has a gunslinger
A mix-up kid former stick-up kid
Turned computer criminal
In the subliminal flash of the D.G. lifestyle
Mastered the art of the nerdy high-style
My keyboard: still the weapon I use
To amuse all my fans and computer crews
If you want to snipe me and stab my back
You better check around, watch your ass get hacked
No intoxicants
Trying to keep my head clear
Focus on my family and Marcus Year
What to do? LCD screens
Little icons
Squash all my beef
Let bygones be bygones
Hearts in it
Defend like Zone Alarm
Anyone who try to break me or do me harm
Still the man on these nets (nets)
Catch me in the wheel group like roulettes
For eternity questions will always arise
"Was ytc a legend, and will he ever die?"
Put a tie on it
Cause the answers yes
The next generation tattooed on my chest
When that torch is passed, believe you me
You don't want to be a groupie
Keep it moving
I start the game
Set trends and then I'll bounce
I'm going to leave without a trace
Secret unannounced
I used to be a child
Did childish things
A kid 17 in Colo' Springs
Grew up in the mix mainframes and Linux
Now you see me pushing 300 in your 6
Lost everything
Then clawed my way home
Harder rhymes are never coming out of my dome
A new man, cocooned and blooming
Stop drinking, now business booming
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Dying before my time: not my goal
Not by your hands and not my own
Refresh in my life, watch me roll
I still hustle

Pass to the present, we fast forward
To the man with nothing to do, but record
His thought that something's different
Now when he spits it, it seems like he gets it
That wake-up call
And dawn rises
Sun shines brightly now, no surprises
Formatted my head, relearn my self
New version: infinite health (yeah)
Catching that forest through those trees
Its hard when your mind bringing you to your knees
A prodigy, from the guilty generation
Now my destination is calling and I can keep it waiting
Don't want to stick guns in my mouth
Want to make it happen for my nerdy south
Want to see my daughter grow up and finish what I started
Hack every sysadmin that act retarded
See me old and gray
My Wikipedia clocking million hits a day
They read what I'm about
I put down that gun
Put my head in check
Live for number one
Now here I am rocking back and forth
Behind a white picket fence on my wooden porch
Called my grand kids, tell them "hack the planet"
Trading them phish is still a bad habit
Give you a taste of my future
Fair warning before I take the world and I root ya
Rm my logs and my history
Let you wonder ytcracker myth and mystery
The de facto status quo
Then they gdb you with my nerdcore flow
Lend me they ears from around they world
Then I flip the script like inverse Perl
And that's true