Spamtec - Still DG lyrics

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**h, 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 d**h 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 a** 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 pissed 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** would even want to battle me? (who?) Boy what a f**ing 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**storm 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**ing DG You're a f**ing b**h yo Yeah [Repeat hook]