Celph Titled - Compatible lyrics

[Intro] "It's the first of The Demigodz series" [Apathy] Yeah. Yo. This is The Demigodz. Apathy. Open Mic. Metropolis. Celph Titled. One Two. Rise. Y'all crew front? Mr. Mayday. Unpaid Bill. 181 and Jabberjaw. We 'bout to show you how the raw sh** go [Verse 1: Apathy] None can match the accuracy of Apathy My brain thinks rapidly Automatically adapted when competition is tapped into my Mainframe, biting my styles like downloading files But I react with raps that s**as hack Y'all can get the scrotum I manifest the cybernetic explosion to overload your modem when I decode 'em And break the cryptic, simplistic firewalls I a**ault with fireballs through fiber optic lines In line with rhymes in cyberspace My face prints across the screen Glows bright-green, digitizing a fight scene In actual reality, I'm sitting in my basement In virtual reality, I'm fighting Matrix agents On planet Earth, I control your mind when I say sh** 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 tongue So I'm speaking to your Pentium beyond the new millenium So ready 'em for [?] form the data when I enter them [Hook: Apathy] Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical You motherf**ers better be Apathy compatible Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical You motherf**ers better be Apathy compatible Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical You motherf**ers better be... [Verse 2: Celph Titled] Alias, max fabulous My tongue attacks hazardous Quantum leap continuously through time pa**ages I pull you right out the truck by your ear lobe And throw you off the roof and still be considered you're hero I'm hungry for the dinero—don't make me see you Vice grip your torso and squeeze you till 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** You can C-Murder, No Limitations when my Glock spit I get goosebumps after giving n***as two lumps Straight up f** your shorty and leave that b**h with a loose c*nt! Celph Titled, the man with razor sharp talent 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**s will keep your ears open, like a Vulcan And put you out of work like Chevy Chase and Macaulay Culkin [Hook: Celph Titled] Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical You motherf**ers have better be Celph compatible Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical You motherf**ers 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** internet static My status is static free Now imagine me Sweating what they say about the AP I'll never let it faze me 'Cause y'all are soft as Teletubbies and Beanie Babies For emcees I k**, 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 the diggers out the route Computating the data that could be badder, then lets it out of my mouth In every rhyme bout, I'm victorious 'Cause I train with the brain, jumping jacks with raps laborious Work like a wrestler—I'm ripping through the shirt Body slam your mind in the dirt s**ers get hurt, jerk [Hook: Apathy and Celph Titled] Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical You motherf**ers better be Demigod compatible Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical You motherf**ers better be Demigod compatible Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical You motherf**ers better be Demigod compatible [Outro] [Celph Titled] Exxon Valdeez-type steez [Apathy] Demigodz, baby [Celph Titled] Get your tools at Chrome Depot [Apathy] No question [Celph Titled] Stay on the [?], son [Apathy] Monkey wrench in your whole production [Celph Titled] For real, for real [Apathy] s**as [Celph Titled] Celph Titled, the Rubik's Cuban. Apathy. Demigodz. You don't want it [Apathy] Bring it on like that [Celph Titled] f** that [Apathy] Bring it on like that. Yo, y'all s**as tryna bite the name—yo, f** that, man. Y'all better watch out—we'll f**ing throw "Roots Beers in Your Fridge," son. We ain't f**ing around with y'all, man. Y'all tryna be f**ing soft on tracks or something like that? Nah man, Demigodz is coming for heads, no matter how y'all do. So f** y'all, straight up