Windows 98 歌词
| 歌曲 | Windows 98 |
| 歌手 | Celph Titled |
| 专辑 | The Gatalog: A Collection of Chaos |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| (Verse 1: Celph Titled) | |
| Yo, stop breathing fog on my window | |
| I reconfigured your pixel display | |
| To disguise shut down system icons as OK buttons | |
| Modems fronting on connection rates, | |
| Switching COM port data transfer levels to 2400 Baud | |
| I’m living large like 2,000 terabyte drives | |
| In 30 90s just promoted to device manager | |
| Check my stats on Britannica | |
| Encyclopedia read only media | |
| Hidden directories with password protection by all means | |
| (You know my steeze) | |
| My flow has encrypted and programmed to be equipped | |
| With the ill shit that most can’t get with | |
| My linguistics bring the noise, making connections fail | |
| Overload your box and now you know that | |
| (You’ve got mail) | |
| Minimize operations, control panel hiatus, | |
| I dropped the DOS for analog | |
| Studies of orchestration, it’s obsolete, | |
| 1995 was then, now it’s 1998 | |
| We’re taking over this update, | |
| Fuck Bill Gates, I macro hard | |
| Take your processes for hostage | |
| All the way from 686 to 808D HD imposter | |
| Mini tower boxes stuffed with too many program ruled devices | |
| Concise with mechanisms, | |
| Call the crisis center | |
| I’m IBM compatible with any Macintosh contender | |
| Catch me lounging at the task bar, | |
| The alcohol is on caps lock, picking up the tab | |
| Shift my control to alternate delete you mother fuckers out the lab | |
| (Verse 2: Majik Most) | |
| Fully activated forever in our workshops | |
| The universal sysops adopt my protocol | |
| We hack through break codes and step through | |
| Busted windows where silicon chips grow | |
| Crushing plastic landscapes from Pentium to any, | |
| I can dust off broken keyboards | |
| Restoring all mainframes and splice the phone line | |
| On the internet I roam with carpel tunnel syndrome | |
| Chrome plated Logitech direct me towards the nets intersect | |
| Encrypting information, I damage workstations, | |
| Defacing databases like a race for technology | |
| Went deep in the sectors of a 1 gig hard drive | |
| I’m live but with no type of power management | |
| Prevent all viruses, search protect connec, | |
| Now upload my (file’s done) | |
| Make your hardware go soft | |
| Rhymes melt through your modem | |
| Cause I’m powered off radium | |
| Waiting for selection of a hidden icon | |
| A pointing device that can slice through menus | |
| Continuing to wreck, dissecting all websites | |
| Consuming the contents of a chat room, that’s wack | |
| I’ll react, making servers collapse, now how’s that | |
| Drop ‘em with the carrier of 300 baud | |
| Navigating through directories and instant memory | |
| Deep imbedded in your system | |
| On excursion you can find me | |
| Trying to download the 99 beta version | |
| (Outro: Celph Titled) | |
| Not enough memory for your windows | |
| Pow | |
| All systems are down | |
| Memory for your windows | |
| Pow | |
| All systems are down | |
| Not enough memory for your windows, your windows | |
| Windows 98 | |
| Goodbye |
| Verse 1: Celph Titled | |
| Yo, stop breathing fog on my window | |
| I reconfigured your pixel display | |
| To disguise shut down system icons as OK buttons | |
| Modems fronting on connection rates, | |
| Switching COM port data transfer levels to 2400 Baud | |
| I' m living large like 2, 000 terabyte drives | |
| In 30 90s just promoted to device manager | |
| Check my stats on Britannica | |
| Encyclopedia read only media | |
| Hidden directories with password protection by all means | |
| You know my steeze | |
| My flow has encrypted and programmed to be equipped | |
| With the ill shit that most can' t get with | |
| My linguistics bring the noise, making connections fail | |
| Overload your box and now you know that | |
| You' ve got mail | |
| Minimize operations, control panel hiatus, | |
| I dropped the DOS for analog | |
| Studies of orchestration, it' s obsolete, | |
| 1995 was then, now it' s 1998 | |
| We' re taking over this update, | |
| Fuck Bill Gates, I macro hard | |
| Take your processes for hostage | |
| All the way from 686 to 808D HD imposter | |
| Mini tower boxes stuffed with too many program ruled devices | |
| Concise with mechanisms, | |
| Call the crisis center | |
| I' m IBM compatible with any Macintosh contender | |
| Catch me lounging at the task bar, | |
| The alcohol is on caps lock, picking up the tab | |
| Shift my control to alternate delete you mother fuckers out the lab | |
| Verse 2: Majik Most | |
| Fully activated forever in our workshops | |
| The universal sysops adopt my protocol | |
| We hack through break codes and step through | |
| Busted windows where silicon chips grow | |
| Crushing plastic landscapes from Pentium to any, | |
| I can dust off broken keyboards | |
| Restoring all mainframes and splice the phone line | |
| On the internet I roam with carpel tunnel syndrome | |
| Chrome plated Logitech direct me towards the nets intersect | |
| Encrypting information, I damage workstations, | |
| Defacing databases like a race for technology | |
| Went deep in the sectors of a 1 gig hard drive | |
| I' m live but with no type of power management | |
| Prevent all viruses, search protect connec, | |
| Now upload my file' s done | |
| Make your hardware go soft | |
| Rhymes melt through your modem | |
| Cause I' m powered off radium | |
| Waiting for selection of a hidden icon | |
| A pointing device that can slice through menus | |
| Continuing to wreck, dissecting all websites | |
| Consuming the contents of a chat room, that' s wack | |
| I' ll react, making servers collapse, now how' s that | |
| Drop ' em with the carrier of 300 baud | |
| Navigating through directories and instant memory | |
| Deep imbedded in your system | |
| On excursion you can find me | |
| Trying to download the 99 beta version | |
| Outro: Celph Titled | |
| Not enough memory for your windows | |
| Pow | |
| All systems are down | |
| Memory for your windows | |
| Pow | |
| All systems are down | |
| Not enough memory for your windows, your windows | |
| Windows 98 | |
| Goodbye |
| Verse 1: Celph Titled | |
| Yo, stop breathing fog on my window | |
| I reconfigured your pixel display | |
| To disguise shut down system icons as OK buttons | |
| Modems fronting on connection rates, | |
| Switching COM port data transfer levels to 2400 Baud | |
| I' m living large like 2, 000 terabyte drives | |
| In 30 90s just promoted to device manager | |
| Check my stats on Britannica | |
| Encyclopedia read only media | |
| Hidden directories with password protection by all means | |
| You know my steeze | |
| My flow has encrypted and programmed to be equipped | |
| With the ill shit that most can' t get with | |
| My linguistics bring the noise, making connections fail | |
| Overload your box and now you know that | |
| You' ve got mail | |
| Minimize operations, control panel hiatus, | |
| I dropped the DOS for analog | |
| Studies of orchestration, it' s obsolete, | |
| 1995 was then, now it' s 1998 | |
| We' re taking over this update, | |
| Fuck Bill Gates, I macro hard | |
| Take your processes for hostage | |
| All the way from 686 to 808D HD imposter | |
| Mini tower boxes stuffed with too many program ruled devices | |
| Concise with mechanisms, | |
| Call the crisis center | |
| I' m IBM compatible with any Macintosh contender | |
| Catch me lounging at the task bar, | |
| The alcohol is on caps lock, picking up the tab | |
| Shift my control to alternate delete you mother fuckers out the lab | |
| Verse 2: Majik Most | |
| Fully activated forever in our workshops | |
| The universal sysops adopt my protocol | |
| We hack through break codes and step through | |
| Busted windows where silicon chips grow | |
| Crushing plastic landscapes from Pentium to any, | |
| I can dust off broken keyboards | |
| Restoring all mainframes and splice the phone line | |
| On the internet I roam with carpel tunnel syndrome | |
| Chrome plated Logitech direct me towards the nets intersect | |
| Encrypting information, I damage workstations, | |
| Defacing databases like a race for technology | |
| Went deep in the sectors of a 1 gig hard drive | |
| I' m live but with no type of power management | |
| Prevent all viruses, search protect connec, | |
| Now upload my file' s done | |
| Make your hardware go soft | |
| Rhymes melt through your modem | |
| Cause I' m powered off radium | |
| Waiting for selection of a hidden icon | |
| A pointing device that can slice through menus | |
| Continuing to wreck, dissecting all websites | |
| Consuming the contents of a chat room, that' s wack | |
| I' ll react, making servers collapse, now how' s that | |
| Drop ' em with the carrier of 300 baud | |
| Navigating through directories and instant memory | |
| Deep imbedded in your system | |
| On excursion you can find me | |
| Trying to download the 99 beta version | |
| Outro: Celph Titled | |
| Not enough memory for your windows | |
| Pow | |
| All systems are down | |
| Memory for your windows | |
| Pow | |
| All systems are down | |
| Not enough memory for your windows, your windows | |
| Windows 98 | |
| Goodbye |
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