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compatible (reformatted remix) - apathy lyrics

[intro: apathy]
(yeah) yo, this is the demigodz. (uh) apathy. open mic. (yea) metropolis. celph t-tled. (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 sh-t go (yo!)

[verse 1: apathy]
none can match the accuracy of apathy, my brain thinks rapidly
automatically adaptin’ when compet-tion is tappin’ in my mainframe, bitin’ my styles like downloadin’ files
but i react with raps when suckas hack, y’all can get the scr-t-m
i manifest the cybernetic explosion to overload your modem
when i decode ’em and break their cryptic, simplistic firewalls
i -ssault with fireb-lls through fiber-optic lines and flyin’
with rhymes in cybersp-ce, my face prints across the screen
glow bright-green, digitizin’ a fight scene
in actual reality, i’m sittin’ in my bas-m-nt
in virtual reality, i’m fightin’ matrix agents
on planet earth, i control your mind when i say sh-t
in cybersp-ce, 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

[hook: apathy]
digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
you motherf-ckers better be apathy compatible
digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
you motherf-ckers better be apathy compatible
digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
you motherf-ckers better be…

[verse 2: celph t-tled]
alias: max fabulous, my tongue attacks hazardous
quantum leap continuously through time p-ssages
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 sh-t
you can c-murder, no limitations when my glock spit
i get goosebumps after givin’ n-ggas two lumps
straight up f-ck your shorty and leave that b-tch with a loose c-nt!
celph t-tled, 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 sk!lls will keep your ears open… like a vulcan
and put you out of work like chevy chase and macaulay culkin

[hook: celph t-tled]
digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
you motherf-ckers have better be celph compatible
digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
you motherf-ckers have better be…

[verse 3: apathy]
just give me a chance to explain, i’m enhanced in the brain
hip hop mc, b-boy stance ingrained
in my neural fabric, f-ck 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 k!ll, 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, cl!ck to inflict
hard drive fl!ckers 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

[hook: apathy and celph t-tled]
digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
you motherf-ckers better be demigod compatible
digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
you motherf-ckers better be demigod compatible
digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
you motherf-ckers better be demigod compatible

[outro: celph t-tled and apathy]
exxon valdez type st–z
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 t-tled, the rubik’s cuban. apathy. demigodz
yo, yo, uh, uh, uh
you don’t want it
bring it on like that, uh
f-ck that
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, bring it on like that

[apathy]
yo, y’all suckas tryna bite the name… yo, f-ck that, man! y’all better watch out we’ll f-ckin’ throw “roots beers in your fridge”, son! we ain’t f-ckin’ around with y’all, man. y’all tryna be f-ckin’ soft on tracks or somethin’ like that? nah man, demigodz is comin’ for heads, no matter how y’all do. so f-ck y’all, straight up!

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