17 by YTCracker 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 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
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