ytcracker Still DG

Late in the evening or is it morning
Couple days sat awake and I see me yawning
James Bonding
Pinging and it ain't responding
Mission accomplished yeah bitch i'm pawnin
Rolled out the crib white hat on the crest
Spam Tech like a badge on the right of my chest
Flip flip on my sidekick i'll flip my wrist
As it saves to my brock's page down to next
My stats look good what about my checks
So many digits of googleplex
Rotation of the earth like my spam subjects
Proplex the best and we can get no rest
Slide in my Crystla and the blades will slice ya
Mesh grill on the front just to entice ya
iPod in the dash Nerd Life Supreme
Track track to the spam tech audio stream
Still in my life like the perfect dream
There aint a soul that can touch me on my team (naww)
District Attornies set out on journies
And then I lead um on like a weekend at Berney's.
Feds on the scene try collectin' my convos
See me on aim talkin to all the blonde ho's
Condos coast to coast wireless enabled
When they set to sniff I switch to cables
IPs bounce through multi-nations
I deconfidential like Doctor's patients
It's nerd life and it's DG death
Represent DG to my diein' breath

I'm still a DG and I ain't gonna stop
So don't twist it up make it somethin' it's not
From handguns to bandwidth i'm still kickin
And i'll fry yo ass like a peiece of chicken
(repeat)

Drive to the local coffee stop
Put my laptop out and setup shop
Five for the coffee pay and swap
Caught a couple xbox to my drop
It's a Merry Christmas if ya figure this
Both the naughty and nice are on my list
And if ya notice somethin' missin don't get pissed
I pulled all your info from Lex Nexus
Those who cross me cross with care
Because I won't leave till your wall is bare
Ya can't run from your social cuz i'll be there
And i'll get you next one you don't have a prayer I swear
People baffle me who the fuck would even wanna battle me
Boy whata fuckin day that'll be
When that light dissapears with the chat old G
Don't rattle me cuz we rich in numbers
Everyday see a couple of fresh new-comers
Tryin' to make a name offa my demise
And I always hit um up with the whitey surprise
Might not happen right away cuz I lay in the weed
And I strike like a snake whenever I please
And such is the life of most DG's
You don't see it commin till you on your knees
Beggin and pleadin please stop beefin
You don't understand we get mad and even
But it ain't even fair cuz we leave um breathin
Dealin' with a shit storm of digital treason
Squeemin' screamin'sown out weavin
End up as a pimp on my sidekick beepin
Everytime they try to weasel out of my trap
I'll pull um right back and put they head in my lap
A little stressfull but I got enough sigs
And I got enough proxies to shake the pigs
Carton after carton of 72's
And i'm still pullin' hits out my under-roos
I still bruise pack up and DoS the server
Sit back and act like a calm observer
Call all the shots from miles away
Sittin in a stall at the break of day I don't play
So act like you think you know cuz i'm a fuckin' DG
You're a fuckin bitch bro

I'm still a DG and I ain't gonna stop
So don't twist it up make it somethin' it's not
From handguns to bandwidth i'm still kickin
And i'll fry yo ass like a peiece of chicken