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[Apathy the Alien
I sit upon a of nuclear waste, this haste
The orgasmic juice of a goddess with her lips spread on my
As I speak in touching a damaged piece of a satellite
wrecking remnants of a 2010 soliloquy
Entity, from the time of man designed a plan
Of a time span of seconds to an
Transport in portals toward an Egyptian land
To then complex architect structures and pyramids
Melted rock with acidic chemical blood samples
From reptilian females' periods, I travel 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 passed the
Christ was really an ancient astronaut
I attacked mastodons when I crashed thrown in the Ice Age
And twice men's caves with a system of sound waves
And psycho-kinetics, you can't escape the wrath of
The has come for man to die, not project prophetic phonetics
prosthetic limbs for hairy ??? rejects
Exoskeleton of cybernetic inventions
Moving like a Thundercat, my hunger tracks rats on the train tracks
And when I rap on tracks I tremendous energy sources
Changing force metamorphous
I travel darkened with orbs of light and torches
We ride away on bear-horses
And disappear as shadows in the
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 sand through the cracks in my hands
Retaliatory silhouettes in apocalyptic
Nomadic by the second, but I let this stress get the best of me
it test me on a daily basis
And traces the tracks of my tears my cheeks and over my lips
Taste the though it seems like gravity
As we're chained to this pathetic land like Satan's left in Chaos
But yet I continue on with no in my subconscious
So right there's a contradiction, because I'm of these tendencies
So that ain't my subconscious
More like forces that I with, halves thirds and fourths
That I sliced my soul a percentage
I you wouldn't recommend it, so I wrote this letter and never sent it
my pain, is my pain, I won't trouble you with my own
Now I swim through of asphalt with no place to call home
Yan on the lonely island and see a plastic smile speaking
At varying frequencies, out the radio and television transmissions
Or simply audible voices who the robes of righteousness
Equilibrium is fucked up from data
Enhanced by the fact that I walk on a road
That's more like a between wisdom and insanity
Seems like is the ever elusive goal
When insanity has the help of the omnipotent force of

[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 of liquid and steel
Ain't you sick and of people screaming "keep it real?"
I'm powered by the ancients, spirit in the
It's war, and Ikon crossbows
But I toss foes through the of the planet
When you battle me, you 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 wack rhyme
If I don't you will bleed
The just of the Apostle's Creed
This is hip-hop kid, shit is straight 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 in the house like that 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, like that one one time
Ikon the Hologram, up in the muthafucka
Open up third time before I open it for you
Word is bond, Mind, '97, '98
Rappers, I decapitate like
ALL Y'ALL!