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letra de still dg - spamtec

late in the evening, or is it morning?
couple days lie awake and they see me yawning
james bonding, pinging and they ain’t responding
mission accomplished, yeah b-tch, i’m pwning
roll out the crib, white hat on the crest
“spamtec” like a badge on the right of my chest
blip-blip on my sidekick, i flip my wrist
ssh to my box, page down to next
my stats look good, what about my checks?
so many digits, its a googolplex
rotation of the earth like my spam subjects
perplexed the best when you get no rest
slide in my chrysler, the blades’ll slide ya
mesh grill on the front just to entice ya
ipod in the dash, nerd life supreme
track track to the spamtec audio stream
still live my life like the perfect dream
there ain’t a soul that can touch me or my team (nah)
district attorneys set out on journeys
and then i lead them on like “a weekend at bernie’s”
feds on the scene, try to collect all my convos
see me on aim talking to all the blonde ho’s
condos, coast-to-coast, wireless enabled
when they set to sniff i switch the cables
ips bounce through multi-nations
i keep confidential like doctor’s patients
this nerd life and this dg death
represent dg ’til my dying breath

[hook]
i still a dg and i ain’t going to stop
so don’t twist it up make it something its not
from hangars to bandwidth i’m still kicking
and i’ll fry your -ss like a piece of chicken

[verse 2]
drive to local coffee stop
pull my laptop out and setup shop
five for the coffee, pay and swap
card a couple xbox to my drop
its a merry christmas if you figure this
both the naughty and nice are on my list
and if you notice something missing, don’t get p-ssed
i pulled all your info from lex-nexus
those who cross me: cross with care
because i won’t leave ’til your wallet’s bare
you can’t run from social because i’ll be there
and i’ll get your next one, you don’t have a prayer
i swear, people baffle me
who the f-ck would even want to battle me? (who?)
boy what a f-cking day that’ll be
when their life disappears with the chattle, g
don’t rattle, cause we rich in numbers
everyday see a couple of fresh newcomers
try to make a name of my demise
and i always hit them up with the yt surprise
might not happen right away cause i lay in the weeds
and i strike like a snake whenever i please
and such is the life of most dg’s
you don’t see it coming until you’re on your knees
begging and pleading, “please stop beefing”
you don’t understand, we get mad and even
but it ain’t even fair because we leave them breathing
dealing with a sh-tstorm of digital treason
screaming, screaming, so not reaping
end up as a blip on my sidekick beeping
every time they try to weasel out of my trap
i pull them right back put they head in my lap
little stressful, but i got enough cigs
and i got enough proxies to shake the pigs
carton after carton of these 72’s
and i’m still pulling hits out of my underoos
i still bruise, pack up and dos a server
sit back and act like a calm observer
call all the shots from miles away
sitting in the starbucks at the break of day
i don’t play, so act like you think you know
cause i’m a f-cking dg
you’re a f-cking b-tch yo
yeah

[repeat hook]

- spamtec

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