YTCracker - Here, Now and Then lyrics

The inventor of the crossover Big boss of the geeksta revolution, son Champion of the Dungeons & Dragons Lord of the Ring that Frodo Baggins Making the nerd a level to aspire to And you can't see my tracks ain't on fire fool Put me side-to-side with any artist on the market And I'll put them down, face first in the carpet Down with the nerd lingo be the new lingo of the street Heard it last year to an NES beat Now all the sudden, no longer a freak Sport that shirt that you bought at ThinkGeek When I say D12 You don't think of the rap clique You think of the row that will swing your stack quick Gathering like Magic YTCracker, greater than asterisk Shows to the WOW and my global army My peoples in China all gold farming You're the man now dog, n***a stole my bike And it's become a Call of Duty to Counterstrike Cause when I said LOL, or OMG There weren't even burners to burn CDs Vi to edit, gzip to embed it Type man command just in case you didn't get it Think of Prodigy and you grew up on the spot Think of AOL and you check the mail you got You didn't know Archie you didn't know Gopher You didn't play MUDs weren't a newsgroup-hoster But I'm the poster child of a slipped connection Before high-speed was even mentioned Use ToneLoc to scan my city Making lunch boxes like Hello Kitty Phreak with the phone tapping Colonel Sanders 719 we set all the standards Underground phonebook, check the archive Anarchist Cookbook still on my hard drive Every quest switch we dial and drop And every free phone call on any COCOT Saw it all happen like CVS Got on the teller like BBS Fidomail for communication Ripping ANSI for animation Played lord as a door and I hacked Tray Warez See me up on the fours all-time high-scores Before your time I cemented my legacy Long before these ba*tards'll be begging me Zero-day exploits and warez on V.92 TCF was The Chosen Few Back to the air get a little sentimental You didn't have the Rolex presidential Film blocks of the nerd rap essential As I said before b**h, I got credentials If net-credit was a FICO, I'm 850 And I make the capital like the shift key Nerd life on the stomach, cradle to the grave IDE, I'm the master and you're the slave You'll never forget my telnet talent And that's Fox news boy, fair and balanced I'm the most sk**ed nerd rapper ain't none higher Nerd rhymes hot fresh out the dryer I'm so scuzzy with the SCSI Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy That I can spit rhymes with the toughest brothers And still play Glory like Sally Struthers Spamtec fan the plan the man Protect your boxes and hop on your LAN Three deep knee deep in this sh** Eat breathe bathe and sleep in this sh** MySpace pimp and DG life With game like this, who needs a wife? Still cool, but that's where it ends Now yodel at a nerd, and bring your friends, yeah