YTCracker - 17 lyrics

[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 cla** 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