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[Sample] "It's the first of The Demigodz series" [Intro: Apathy] (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!) [Verse 1: Apathy] 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 [Hook: Apathy] 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... [Verse 2: Celph Titled] 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 [Hook: Celph Titled] Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical You motherfuckers have better be Celph compatible Digital, physical, spiritual, or mathematical You motherfuckers 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, 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 [Hook: Apathy and Celph Titled] 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 [Outro: Celph Titled and Apathy] 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 [Apathy] 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!