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[Apathy the Tongue]
I sit upon a cloud of nuclear waste, haste
The orgasmic juice of a goddess with her lips on my face
As I speak in space touching a damaged of a satellite
Resembling wrecking remnants of a 2010
Entity, centuries from the time of man designed a
Of a span of seconds to an immortal
Transport immortals in toward an Egyptian land
To then erect complex architect structures and
Melted parted rock with acidic chemical blood
From reptilian periods, I travel like the Iliad
But my sails amongst cosmic whales and intergalactic pirates
Telling of trails left by the gods
Through the center of the sun when passed the spot
Jesus was really an ancient astronaut
I attacked mastodons when I crashed thrown in the Ice Age
And twice laid men's caves with a system of sound
And psycho-kinetics, you can't escape the of APATHETIC
The time has come for man to die, not project phonetics
Fugitive prosthetic limbs for hairy ???
Exoskeleton of cybernetic inventions
Moving swiftly a Thundercat, my hunger tracks rats on the train tracks
And I rap on tracks I attract tremendous energy sources
Changing force metamorphous
I travel darkened corridors orbs of light and torches
We ride away on bear-horses
And disappear as in the forest
And as shadows in the forest...

[HOOK - Sampled "OC - Time's Up"]
Non-conceptual,
Your whole aura is

the Phenomenon]
I take hold of truth eludes me like through the cracks in my hands
Retaliatory in apocalyptic lands
Nomadic by the second, but I can't let this get the best of me
Though it test me on a daily
And traces the tracks of my tears down my and over my lips
Taste the freedom though it seems gravity
As we're chained to pathetic land like Satan's left burning in Chaos
But yet I continue on with no tendencies in my
So right there's a contradiction, because I'm of these tendencies
So ain't my subconscious anymore
More like forces that I conversate with, halves thirds and
I sliced my soul into a percentage
I you wouldn't recommend it, so I wrote this letter and never sent it
'cause my pain, is my pain, I won't you with my own
Now I swim through waves of asphalt with no to call home
Yan on the lonely island and see a plastic speaking gibberish
At varying frequencies, burn out the radio and transmissions
Or simply audible voices who wear the of righteousness
Equilibrium is fucked up from overload
Enhanced by the fact that I walk on a narrow
That's more like a tightrope between wisdom and
Seems clarity is the ever elusive goal
When insanity has the help of the force of gravity

[Ikon the Verbal
On the battleground you can go to war like
But I'm and so you have to ovastand
That the other half of me is made of and steel
Ain't you sick and tired of screaming "keep it real?"
I'm by the ancients, spirit in the soul
It's war, and Ikon carries
But I toss foes through the center of the
When you battle me, you best be praying a mantis
I will send you, through the of the Atlantic
To study transcripts of rhymes by the
Hologram, the war paradigm
Traveling in time to change the way y'all wack rappers rhyme
If I don't succeed you bleed
The punishment of the Apostle's Creed
This is hip-hop kid, shit is straight the heart
You's a actor with a record deal to play the part

Like THAT, like that one time that one time like that one time
Uh, my man Stoupe in the like that one time like that one time
My man, Chico in the house like that one time like that one
My man Yan the Phenomenon, in the house, like one time one time
the Verbal Hologram, up in the muthafucka
Open up that third time I open it for you
Word is bond, Mind, '97, '98
Rappers, I like that
ALL Y'ALL!