Cipher Punks ft. Remington Forbes Lyrics

Hey I'm int eighty, my memory's flash

They call us Dual Core 'cause we got twice as much cache/cash

My freestyle is fast, and the synapses fry

Go to war with the flames like emacs and vi

Push through the summer for the winter green

Won't stand for delays like the Vista team

Microeconomics keep the cash flow typical

That's minimally visible to the astrophysical

My brain is a structure exploding novas

That's tougher than clusters of OpenMosix

Execute kiddies who know they can't hang

Change mode plus x and start with a shebang

Here's the process sir/processor, I don't mean to be over the top

I burn you when my internal speed is overclocked

My kernel is 2.6.19, my appearance is quite clean

I just gotta choose the right theme

The light's green which means I got a connection

Flows move through the air like wireless reception

You can't capture what this kid spits with Kismet

Each packet I send is encrypted with trip-DES

And I'll keep flowing til the light goes off

You get a virus-cough, you kids are Microsoft

And I'm hard like OpenBSD internals

Excuse me, I need to make a call to the kernel

Tapped the NSA and listened to two calls

My blue box left AT&T with blue balls

Iced the cold calls telemarketers scared of me

Disconnect signals. Reverse the polarity

Beat boxing melodies with twice as much energy

Y'all suck at double ups like rambus memory

Cipher inside, make it ISO compliant

Lying to ident while hiding disguises

Fiber and wires, retire the science

Broadcasting silence with a pirated license

Stand in defiance to triumph goliaths

Tyrants with sirens burying iron giants

It's Remy, these other kids try to compete

No hub-bub, but I still collide with the beat

Everybody's like: Damn that kid rhyming is nice

I'm like: Damn how'd my browser turn from fire to ice

From a Fox to a Weasel, what I drop is lethal

Injecting your database with a shot of SQL

This is not a sequel, you scream give me more

I'm old school like Coleco or Commodore 64

Remy spits the raw, you script kiddies are lame

Call me the WOPR, now shall we play a game

No one can stop it, not even Matthew Broderick

This war game will end up atomic

It's evident the revolution is OS

I spit every 4 bits you can call my flow hex

This is no trick, I mean it's not-a-con

My flow is much faster than the cycles in Tron

I get a SYN from the beat, I have to respond

I send an ACK for my rap, I don't pause too long

I get the final SYN/ACK, you'll see what's next

I leave your windows disabled with the blue screen of death

My brain matter's faster, I dream in clean rooms

With a checkmate on Deep Blue in three moves

Shut down their opening now I got em backing off

Countered Sicilian to overthrow Kasparov

Blasting off with a cash crop to jettison

Taste your own medicine or invent like Edison

Impress the president, split the dichotomy

With quickness, of elliptic, curve cryptography

Plus quantum physics has the world surrounded

But I change the definition by talking about it