One more song! One more song! One more song! One more song! One more song!
Not every geek with a Commodore 64 can hack into NASA.
Prove it or you forfeit, got my C64 and we blew it into orbit.
Envice him with 8-straight-perfects.
Overbold emotions make hate break circuits.
In case you heard, it's a name-fake service.
Optimize our runtime to escape verdicts.
Got an Interscope flow that they can't sign.
Passing code, didn't sanitize command lines, landmine.
So before they'll see me after, I'm Advice Dog, Courage Wolf, plus Velociraptor.
Don't prove we're human, unless we really have to.
I'm team-built schemes that destroy, recapture.
Hate what they see, finish this chapter.
By the way, we're not any geeks, we hack into NASA.
Drink all the booze, hack all the things.
Got this vodka and this red bull, they still give me wings.
So we drink all the booze, hack all the things.
Zero through three, we're in every single ring.
I'm just waiting till my BlackBerry dies.
Cause I'll replace it with a Raspberry Pi.
Don't compare to this track, it makes everything they said dull.
Neutralize any threat, from Red Skull to Dev Null.
They killed virus writers that we mentioned.
But instead, they ascended to the VX heavens.
Then reincarnate as live wires.
Still inside, we hide ciphers and sign device drivers.
Which school will we hit next?
They didn't learn the format, so we've got a print app.
Next step is a chin check.
Freestyles that I spit best, they didn't decrypt yet.
I crush internet MCs and rhyme battles.
Get your Wi-Fi tackled, hacked by Pineapple.