Still Dg

Late in the evening, or is it morning?
 Couple days sat awake and you see me yawnin'
 James Bondin', pinging and they ain't respondin'
 Mission accomplished, yeah, bitch, 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
 Assets (paid in rocks?) page down to next
 My stats look good, what about my checks?
 So many digits, a googleplex
 Rotation of the earth like my spam subjects
 Perplex the best, the wicked get no rest
 Slide in my Chrysler, the blades will slice 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 who 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 collectin' my convos
 See me on AIM talkin' to other blond hos
 Condos, coast to coast, wireless enabled
 When they set the spliff I switch to cables
 IPs bounce through multi nations
 I keep confidential like doctor's patients
 It's Nerd Life and it's DG death
 Representin' DG 'til my dying breath
 I'm still a DG and I ain't gonna stop
 So don't twist it up and make it something it's not
 From handguns to bandwith, I'm still kickin'
 And I'll fry your ass like a piece of chicken
 I'm still a DG and I ain't gonna stop
 So don't twist it up and make it something it's not
 From handguns to bandwith, I'm still kickin'
 And I'll fry your ass like a piece of chicken
 Drive to the local coffee stop
 Pull out my laptop out and set up shop
 $5 for the coffee, pay and swap
 Caught a couple Xbox to my drop
 It's a merry Christmas if you figure this
 Both the naughty and nice are on my list
 And if you notice somethin' missin', don't get pissed
 I pulled all your info from LexisNexis
 Those who cross me, cross with care
 Because I won't leave 'til your wallet's bare
 You can't run from your 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 fuck would even want to battle me?
 Boy what a fuckin' day that'll be
 When their life disappears with their chattel, G
 Don't battle me, because we rich in numbers
 Every day see a couple of fresh newcomers
 Tryin' to make a name off of my demise
 And I always hit them up with the YT surprise
 It may 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 DGs
 You don't see it comin' 'til you're on your knees
 Beggin' and pleadin', "Please stop beefin'"
 You don't understand, we get mad and even
 But it ain't even fair, 'cause we leave them breathin'
 Dealin' with a shitstorm of digital treason
 Squeemin', screamin', so not reapin'
 End up as a blip on my Sidekick beepin'
 Every time they try to weasel out of my trap
 I pull them right back, put their heads in my lap
 A little stressful, but I've got enough cigs
 And I got enough to proxies to shake the pigs
 Carton after carton of the 72s
 And I'm still pullin' hits out my Underoos
 I still bruise, pack up and DOS the server
 Sit back and act like a calm observer
 Call all the shots from miles away
 Sittin' in a Starbucks at the break of day
 I don't play, so act like you think you know
 'Cause I'm a fuckin' DG, you're a fuckin' bitch, bro
 Yeah!
 I'm still a DG and I ain't gonna stop
 So don't twist it up and make it something it's not
 From handguns to bandwith, I'm still kickin'
 And I'll fry your ass like a piece of chicken