Windows 98 Lyrics & Chords By 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

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

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