Crime of Curiosity

by Amplitude Problem

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In early 1986, The Mentor wrote The Conscience of a Hacker, which has become known as The Hacker Manifesto. When I came across it as a teenager a couple of years later, it seemed to express all of my own thoughts around coding, hacking and the ignorant, non-believer adults around me.

This album is dedicated to The Manifesto and The Mentor, who is featured with his blessing on the closing track. You'll also find the only vocalist in the world who is qualified to rap about all aspects of hacking -- YTCracker -- featured on a track. Inverse Phase and King Fisher of TRIAD also join us, gracing two tracks with musical and binary street cred that goes back decades.

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released April 8, 2019

Amplitude Problem - composer, performer, producer
The Mentor - author, voice-over
YTCracker - lyrics, vocalist
Inverse Phase - composer, performer
King Fisher of TRIAD - composer, performer
Don Grossinger - mastering
Anonymous - cover art

Made in California, Maryland, New York, Ontario and Sweden over the interconnected network

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Amplitude Problem Los Angeles, California

Cybersynth, synthwave, chiptune, VGM, demoscene and nerdcore madness. Cyberpunk hip hop producer for YTCracker. Jazz on Ubiktune.

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Track Name: Enter My World ft. YTCracker
look around what do you see?
couple handfuls of hackers with that black hat mentality
and most of us got records cause we feel compelled to flex
our compulsion bore these systems that we probably born to wreck
mad respect to my hacker gopniks (gopniks)
hacking our election process like a boss bitch (boss bitch)
this type of terrorism rarely look terrible
aint no bloodshed no body count just some variables
add a few here (here) - subtract a few there (there)
load up all your twitter bots and tweet your crew there
phantom army folding up the shop origami
never betting on the horses betting on the jockies
so stick a fork in em
fork a process stick a fork in em
database pushed right to the open
google dorking em
stick a fork in em
fork a process stick a fork in em

enter my world as opaque as it look
this dark artistry with modesty no page in a book
can teach you anything we learning no mistaking we crooks
and we be chopping up them blades like a fleet of chinooks
and our weaponry is definitely odd to say the least
we aint gotta roll a bunch of tanks in tandem down these streets
we just roll a couple keystrokes on these proggies push release
and voila a coup d'etat is on the menu fucking beast

been preparing hella years
my disciples round the globe have been sharpening their spears
all my peers knew the battleground was shifting from the barrels of these smokers
to an internet of thingies spoofing packets off of toasters
and the public stay complicit (complicit)
every time they pay a visit to my malware im racking up them digits
and these kids are getting sick with it the targets are ubiquitous
ubiquiti st nicholas my hackers with the impetus
one sixty nine two fifty four
exfiltrate your cloud credentials straight out the front door
let em know - from the server side my execution sucia
computadora astucia aqui China Rusia
welcome to my world im a global god incarnate
any network put a posse of my hungry youngins on it
and its curtains grab your nuts and take a seat up at my table
whether wireless or cabled i been hacking since the cradle
ya heard

enter my world as opaque as it look
this dark artistry with modesty no page in a book
can teach you anything we learning no mistaking we crooks
and we be chopping up them blades like a fleet of chinooks
and our weaponry is definitely odd to say the least
we aint gotta roll a bunch of tanks in tandem down these streets
we just roll a couple keystrokes on these proggies push release
and voila a coup d'etat is on the menu fucking beast
Track Name: Can't Stop Us All ft. The Mentor
Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"... Damn kids. They're all alike.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him? I am a hacker, enter my world... Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me... Damn underachiever. They're all alike.

I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me... Or thinks I'm a smart ass... Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here... Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..."I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all... Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.

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