Idolator

Editors's note: From time to time, Idolator directs your computer questions to rapper T.I., who just happens to have been trained as an I.T. After the click-through, his thoughtful advice on how to be the "king" of the tech-geek doman.

Dear T.I. the I.T.,
I think my neighbor is siphoning off my wireless, but I can't tell for sure. How do I know if he's getting on my line? And how can I get him to stop?
Signed,
Janice

Dear Janice,
Take advantage of what you concealing in ya dress. What—he think it too fresh to show you that you the best? To compliment you on ya intellect and treat you wit respect? To make you sex till you sweat, tongue kissin' on your neck? It's been a while since you got it like this, I bet.

All Best,
T.I the I.T.

Dear T.I. the I.T.,
I keep buying small flash-memory cards, and I always seem to lose them while on the go. I hate those bulky drives, but I need my data on me at all times. What do you use to transport your computer equipment from site to site?
Signed,
Bradley

Dear Bradley,
Don't you know I got key by the three? When I chirp, shawty chirp back. Loaded knapsack where I holdin' all the work at. What you know about that? What you know about that? I know all about that.
Cheers,
T.I. the I.T.

Dear T.I. the I.T.,
I'm curious as to what equipment you use at your home and/or office. Can you give us some specifics?
Signed,
Patrice

Dear Patrice,
Gotta '66 Impala so fresh—white top, burnt drop, wit the choppers on deck. Fish bowl, televisions, pimpin, I ain't done yet: I got the cherry red leather, and I'm sittin' on chrome. On 26 inches just to get my roll on. When a Jeezy song's on, make them bitches get low; I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four.
Toodles,
T.I. the I.T.