Apathy, Celph Titled - Compatible lyrics

"It's the first of The Demigodz series"

(yeah) Yo, this is The Demigodz
(Uh) Apathy open Mic (Yea) Metropolis
Celph Titled (Uh) One two rise
(Yea) Yaggfu Front (Yea) Mr mayday (Uh)
Unpaid Bill 181
(Yea) and Jabberjaw (Yo) We 'bout to show
You how the raw shit go (Yo)

None can match the accuracy of Apathy
My brain thinks rapidly
Automatically adaptin' when competition is
Tappin' in my Mainframe
Bitin' my styles like downloadin' files
But, I react with raps when suckas hack
Y'all can get the scrotum
I manifest the cybernetic explosion
To overload your modem
When I decode 'em and break their cryptic
Simplistic firewalls


I assault with fireballs through
Fiber-optic lines and flyin'
With rhymes in cyberspace
My face prints across the screen
Glow bright-green, digitizin' a fight scene
In actual reality, I'm sittin' in my basement
In virtual reality
I'm fightin' Matrix agents on planet Earth
I control your mind when I say shit
In cyberspace
I control computers 'cause they're basic
Binary code talks with tons
Of zeroes and ones
But this hero's begun to master their tongues
So I'm speakin' to your Pentium
Beyond the new millennium
So ready 'em for greater forms of
Data when I enter them

Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Apathy compatible
Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
You motherfuckers better be Apathy compatible
Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
You motherfuckers better be

Alias: Max Fabulous
My tongue attacks hazardous
Quantum leap continuously through
Time passages i pull you right out the
Truck by your earlobe
And throw you off the roof and
Still be considered your hero
I'm hungry for the dinero
Don't make me see you
Vice grip your torso and squeeze
You 'til you're see-through my fam is wild
Even my grandmoms'll snuff you
And yoke you up in a tussle and
Beat you with a belt buckle
I make Master P-ieces with enough
Silkk to Shock shit you can C-Murder
No Limitations when my Glock spit
I get goosebumps after givin'
Niggas two lumps
Straight up fuck your shorty and leave
That bitch with a loose cunt! Celph Titled
The man with razor sharp talents
And accurate
Authentic techniques to leave you off balance
With raw talent
My rhymes will shatter through your physical
Repeat my voice in digital
Sync-mode residual the Rubix Cuban
Sell out in every vinyl store
Don't make me lift your skull and have
To whip you with your spinal chord
My skills will keep your ears
Open like a Vulcan
And put you out of work like
Chevy Chase and Macaulay Culkin

Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
You motherfuckers have better
Be Celph compatible
Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
You motherfuckers have better be

Just give me a chance to explain
I'm enhanced in the brain
Hip hop MC, b-boy stance ingrained
In my neural fabric, fuck internet static
My status is static free, now imagine me
Sweatin' what they say about the A-P
I never let it faze me
'Cause y'all are soft as
Teletubbies and Beanie Babies
For emcees I kill, French 40s are poured
But, you can still never see
Me like Geordi LaForge
Got your shorty in a Ford
Explorer to explore her give her foreplay
Make her beg for more and ignore her
I store a backup disk of every diss
Scroll down a long list, click to inflict
Hard drive flickers while it
Figures out the route
Computating the data that could
Be phatter then lets it out of my mouth
In every rhyme bout, I'm victorious
(I'm victorious)
'Cause, I train with the brain
Jumping jacks with raps laborious
Work like a wrestler i'm
Rippin' through the shirt
Body slam your mind in the
Dirt, suckers get hurt, jerk

Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
You motherfuckers better be
Demigod compatible
Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
You motherfuckers better be
Demigod compatible
Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
You motherfuckers better be
Demigod compatible

Exxon Valdez type steez demigodz baby
Get your tools at Chrome Depot no questions
Stay on the D-Low, son
Monkey wrench in your whole productions
For real, for real y'all suckas
Celph Titled
The Rubik's Cuban apathy demigodz
Yo, yo, uh, uh, uh you don't want it
Bring it on like that, uh fuck that
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, bring it on like that

Yo, y'all suckas tryna bite the
Name yo, fuck that, man! Y'all
Better watch out we'll fuckin' throw
"Roots Beers in Your Fridge"
Son! We ain't fuckin' around with
Y'all, man y'all tryna be fuckin' soft on
Tracks or somethin' like that? Nah man
Demigodz is comin' for heads, no matter
How y'all do so fuck y'all, straight up!