| My brain thinks rapidly
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| Automatically adapted when competition is tapped into my Mainframe, biting my styles like downloading files
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| But I react with raps that suckas hack
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| Y’all can get the scrotum
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| I manifest the cybernetic explosion
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| To overload your modem when I decode 'em
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| And bring the cryptic simplistic firewalls
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| I assault with fireballs
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| Through fiber optic lines in line with rhymes in cyberspace
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| My face print across the screen
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| Glow white-green digitizing a fight scene
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| In actual reality I’m sitting in my basement
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| In virtual reality I’m fighting +Matrix+ agents
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| On planet Earth I control your mind when I say shit
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| In cyberspace I control computers 'cause they’re basic
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| Binary code talks with tons of zeroes and ones
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| ??? |
| the heroes begun to master their tongue
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| So I’m speaking to your Pentium
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| Beyond the new millenium
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| So ready your ??? |
| ??? |
| forms the data when I enter them
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| Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
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| You motherfuckers better be Apathy compatible
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| Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
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| You motherfuckers better be Apathy compatible
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| Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
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| You motherfuckers better be…
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| Alias, max fabulous
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| My tongue attacks hazardous
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| Quantum leap continuously through time passages
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| I pull you right out the truck by your ear lobe
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| And throw you off the roof and still be considered you’re hero
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| I’m hungry for the dinero
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| Don’t make me see you
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| Vice grip your torso and squeeze you till you’re see through
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| My fam is ??? |
| while even my grandmoms’ll snuff you
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| And ??? |
| you up in a tussle and beat you with a belt buckle
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| I make Master P-ieces with enough Silkk to Shock shit
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| You can C-Murder, No Limitations when my glock spit
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| I get goosebumps after giving niggas two lumps
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| Straight up fuck your shorty and leave that bitch with a loose cunt!
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| Celph Titled, the man with razor sharp talent
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| And accurate, authentic techniques to leave you off balance
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| With raw talent, my rhymes will shatter through your physical
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| Repeat my voice in digital, ??? |
| ??? |
| ???
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| The Rubicks Cuban, sell out in every vinyl store
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| Don’t make lift your skull and have to whip you with your spinal chord
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| My skills will keep your ears open, like a Vulcan
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| And put you out of work like Chevy Chase and McCauly Caulkin
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| Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
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| You motherfuckers have better be Celph compatible
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| Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
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| You motherfuckers have better be…
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| Just give me a chance to explain
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| I’m enhanced in the brain
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| Hip hop MC, b-boy stance engrained
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| In my neural fabric
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| Fuck internet static
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| My status is static free
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| Now imagine me Sweating what they say about the AP
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| I’ll never let it faze me
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| 'Cause y’all are soft as teletubbies and beanie babies
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| For MCs I kill ??? |
| ??? |
| ???
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| But you can still never see me like ??? |
| ???
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| Got your shorty in a Ford Explorer
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| To explore her
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| Give her foreplay, make her beg for more and ignore her
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| I store a backup disk of every diss
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| Scroll down a long list
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| Click to inflict ??? |
| ??? |
| ??? |
| ??? |
| ???
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| Computating the data that could be badder that lets it out of my mouth
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| In every rhyme bout I’m victorious
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| 'Cause I train with The Brain
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| Jumping jacks with raps laborious work
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| Like a wrestler
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| I’m ripping through your shirt
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| Bodyslam your mind in the dirt
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| Suckers get hurt, jerk
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| Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
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| You motherfuckers better be Demigod compatible
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| Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
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| You motherfuckers better be Demigod compatible
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| Digital, physical, spiritual and mathematical
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| You motherfuckers better be Demigod compatible |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Compatible, artist - Apathy. Album song Compatible / The Smackdown, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп