| «I must atone for my part in this evil
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| If good men do nothing that is evil enough»
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| Idle hands do the devil’s work
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| And I can say with full faith and confidence that I’ve been being a jerk
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| And I’ve abandoned everything I once stood for
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| On the threat that one day agents go and kick in my door
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| But there is no one on this planet that can flex it like me
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| I can’t deny that I was born into this game to the beat
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| Of a different drummer — unencumbered by restrictions
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| No denying my addiction to the thrills of a system
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| That I manipulate with ease — bitch please
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| I’m a hacker first and foremost — 'till I croak
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| People see these civil liberties complain how they broke
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| But then they never exercise 'em when its counting the most
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| So I guess I gotta do it for 'em — be the champion
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| Don’t let the people put their rights on Ambien
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| Beat 'em at their own game — using the same
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| Tools they use against us to keep population tamed
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| Dust off the backups — unencrypt 'em get 'em back up
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| Give 'em a test — see how they stack up
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| Code a little dated so I must refactor — hack stuff
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| Hit 'em with the force of a kilobitted Mack truck
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| Exercise my fingers get 'em stretching to author
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| All the things that I require to code the app proper
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| Flicks of my wrists flash the watch — show stopper
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| Bottle full of Vyvanse — a nerdy pill popper
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| Coffee machine to keep me from dreams
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| Dedicate my life to these LED screens
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| This latrine of a world need a hero and quick
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| One who’s armed with his ARMs and a solid state disk
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| Ones who kicks it like he boots and reboots automatics
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| Refreshing and reloading all his weapons in brackets
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| Tab completing and defeating everyone in his way
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| Cuz his cycle megahurting on a search and replace
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| And then he raise hell — eviscerate all the fakas
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| With his grey hat anatomy incision like doctors
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| That man is me and I’m gon' keep it 110
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| And I won’t ever let these government agents scare me again
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| Don’t need a VPN — I’m on that namefag tip
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| If they want me gotta find me I’m gon' give 'em the SLIP
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| And like a serial line I got a problem with time
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| Especially doing it so try to catch me slipping right through you bitch
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| See me in your city I’m gon' strike at the center
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| I’m a citizen of San Secuestro an inventor
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| Revolutionary flying all my code like a flag
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| Watch me pull it out of hiding with a click and a drag
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| Done being convalescent — now I’m imbued with electrons
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| Easier for me to see how I have effect on
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| The world — when I’m back to my roots
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| Rootshell on the consciousness of all of my troops |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Convalescence , by - YTCracker. Song from the album Introducing Neals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп