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[Apathy the Tongue]
I sit upon a cloud of nuclear waste, haste
The orgasmic juice of a with her lips spread on my face
As I speak in space touching a piece of a satellite
Resembling remnants of a 2010 soliloquy
Entity, centuries from the time of man designed a
Of a span of seconds to an immortal
Transport immortals in portals toward an land
To then erect complex structures and pyramids
Melted parted rock with acidic blood samples
From reptilian females' periods, I like the Iliad
But my sails amongst cosmic whales and intergalactic pirates
Telling tales of left by the gods
Through the center of the sun when they the spot
Christ was really an ancient astronaut
I attacked mastodons when I crashed thrown in the Ice Age
And twice laid men's with a system of sound waves
And psycho-kinetics, you can't the wrath of APATHETIC
The time has for man to die, not project prophetic phonetics
Fugitive limbs for hairy ??? rejects
extensions of cybernetic inventions
Moving swiftly like a Thundercat, my hunger tracks rats on the 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 shadows in the
And disappear as in the forest...

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

[Yan the
I take hold of truth eludes me like sand through the in my hands
Retaliatory silhouettes in apocalyptic
Nomadic by the second, but I can't let this stress get the of me
Though it me on a daily basis
And traces the of my tears down my cheeks and over my lips
Taste the freedom it seems like gravity
As we're chained to this land like Satan's left burning in Chaos
But yet I continue on with no tendencies in my
So right a contradiction, because I'm aware of these tendencies
So ain't my subconscious anymore
More like forces I conversate with, halves thirds and fourths
I sliced my soul into a percentage
I know you wouldn't recommend it, so I wrote this and never sent it
'cause my pain, is my pain, I won't you with my own
Now I swim through waves of asphalt no place to call home
Yan on the lonely and see a plastic smile speaking gibberish
At frequencies, burn out the radio and television 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 road
more like a tightrope between wisdom and insanity
Seems clarity is the ever elusive goal
insanity has the help of the omnipotent force of gravity

[Ikon the Hologram]
On the battleground you can go to war like
But I'm half-man and so you have to
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
war, and Ikon carries crossbows
But I foes through the center of the planet
When you battle me, you best be praying a mantis
I will send you, the depths of the Atlantic
To study transcripts of rhymes by the
Hologram, the verbal war
Traveling back in time to change the way y'all wack rappers
If I don't succeed you bleed
The punishment of the Apostle's Creed
This is hip-hop kid, is straight from the heart
You's a with a record deal trying to play the part

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