Compatible Songtext
von Apathy feat. Celph Titled

"It′s the first of the Demigodz series"
Yeah, yo, this is the Demigodz
Apathy, Open Mike, Metropolis
Celph Titled, One Two, Rise
Yaggfu Front, Mr. Mayday, Unpaid Bill, 181, and Jabberjaw
We 'bout to show you how to raw shit


Yo, nothing 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 suckers 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 blind with rhymes in cyberspace
My face prints across the screen
Glow bright green, digitizin′ the 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 in tons of zeros and ones
But this hero′s begun to master their tongue
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'll 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 masterpieces with enough silk to shock shit
You can C-Murder, No Limitations when my Glock spit
I get goosebumps after givin′ niggas two lumps
Spray the fuckin′ shorty and leave that bitch with a loose cunt
Celph Titled, the man with razor sharp talent
And accurate authentic techniques to leave you off-balance
With raw talent, my rhymes'll 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 cord
My skills'll 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 had better be Celph compatible
Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical
You motherfuckers had 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 AP
I never let it faze me
′Cause y'all are soft as Teletubbies and Beanie Babies
For MC's I kill, French 40s are poured
But you can still never see me like Geordi LaForge
Got your shorty in the Ford Explorer to explore her
Give her foreplay, make her beg for more and ignore her
I store a backup disc of every diss
Scroll down a long list, click to inflict
Hard drive flickers while it figures out the route
Retaining the data that could be phatter than let it out of my mouth
In every rhyme bout, I′m victorious
Plus I train with the brain, jumpin′ 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 wrenchin' your whole production, for real, for real
Suckers
Celph Titled, the Rubix Cuban
Apathy, Demigodz
You don′t want it
Bring it on like that
Fuck that
Bring it on like that
Yo, y'all suckers tryin′ to bite the name
Yo, fuck that, man
Y'all better watch out, we'll fuckin′
Throw root beers in your fridge, son
We ain′t fuckin' ′round with y'all, man
Y′all tryin' to be fuckin′ soft on some tracks or somethin' like that
Nah, man, Demigodz is comin' for heads no matter how y′all do
So fuck y′all, straight up