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[Apathy the Tongue]
I sit upon a cloud of nuclear waste, haste
The orgasmic juice of a goddess with her spread on my face
As I in space touching a damaged piece of a satellite
Resembling remnants of a 2010 soliloquy
Entity, centuries from the time of man a plan
Of a time span of seconds to an
Transport immortals in toward an Egyptian land
To then erect architect structures and pyramids
Melted parted rock with acidic chemical samples
From reptilian females' periods, I travel the Iliad
But my ship amongst cosmic whales and intergalactic pirates
tales of trails left by the gods
Through the of the sun when they passed the spot
Christ was really an ancient astronaut
I attacked mastodons I crashed upon thrown in the Ice Age
And twice laid caves with a system of sound waves
And psycho-kinetics, you can't escape the of APATHETIC
The time has for man to die, not project prophetic phonetics
Fugitive prosthetic for hairy ??? rejects
Exoskeleton extensions of inventions
Moving swiftly like a Thundercat, my hunger tracks on the train tracks
And when I rap on tracks I tremendous energy sources
Changing through metamorphous
I travel corridors with orbs of light and torches
We ride away on apocalyptic
And disappear as in the forest
And as shadows in the forest...

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

[Yan the
I take hold of truth eludes me like through the cracks in my hands
Retaliatory silhouettes in lands
by the second, but I can't let this stress get the best of me
Though it me on a daily basis
And traces the tracks of my down my cheeks and over my lips
Taste the though it seems like gravity
As we're chained to this pathetic land like Satan's 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 that ain't my anymore
More like forces that I conversate with, thirds and fourths
That I my soul into a percentage
I know you wouldn't recommend it, so I wrote letter and never sent it
my pain, is my pain, I won't trouble you with my own
Now I swim through waves of asphalt no place to call home
Yan on the lonely island and see a plastic smile speaking
At varying frequencies, burn out the radio and transmissions
Or simply audible voices who wear the of righteousness
Equilibrium is fucked up from data
by the fact that I walk on a narrow road
That's more like a tightrope between wisdom and
Seems like clarity is the ever 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
you sick and tired of people screaming "keep it real?"
I'm powered by the ancients, spirit in the
It's war, and carries crossbows
But I toss foes the center of the planet
When you me, you best be praying like a mantis
I send you, through 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 rappers rhyme
If I don't succeed you bleed
The just of the Apostle's Creed
is hip-hop kid, shit 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 that one like that one time
My man, in the house like that one time like that one time
My man Yan the Phenomenon, in the house, like that one one time
Ikon the Hologram, up in the muthafucka
Open up that third time before I it for you
Word is bond, Mind, '97, '98
Rappers, I like that
ALL Y'ALL!