[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