[Apathy the Alien I sit upon a cloud of nuclear waste, haste The orgasmic juice of a goddess with her lips spread on my As I speak in space touching a piece of a satellite Resembling wrecking remnants of a soliloquy Entity, from the time of man designed a plan Of a time span of to an immortal Transport in portals toward an Egyptian land To erect complex architect structures and pyramids Melted rock with acidic chemical blood samples From reptilian periods, I travel like the Iliad But my ship sails amongst cosmic whales and intergalactic Telling tales of trails by the gods Through the of the sun when they passed the spot Jesus 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 escape the wrath of APATHETIC The time has come for man to die, not project phonetics Fugitive prosthetic limbs for hairy ??? Exoskeleton extensions of cybernetic Moving like a Thundercat, my hunger tracks rats on the train tracks And I rap on tracks I attract tremendous energy sources Changing through metamorphous I travel darkened with orbs of light and torches We ride away on apocalyptic And as shadows in the forest And disappear as 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 silhouettes in apocalyptic lands Nomadic by the second, but I can't let this stress get the of me it test me on a daily basis And traces the tracks of my tears my cheeks and over my lips the freedom though it seems like gravity As we're to this pathetic land like Satan's left burning in Chaos But yet I continue on no tendencies in my subconscious So right there's a contradiction, because I'm of these tendencies So that my subconscious anymore like forces that I conversate with, halves thirds and fourths That I sliced my soul a percentage I know you wouldn't recommend it, so I wrote this letter and sent it 'cause my pain, is my pain, I 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 speaking gibberish At varying frequencies, out the radio and television transmissions Or audible voices who wear the robes of righteousness Equilibrium is fucked up from data Enhanced by the fact I walk on a narrow road That's more like a tightrope between wisdom and like clarity is the ever elusive goal When 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 to ovastand the other half of me is made of liquid and steel Ain't you sick and tired of people "keep it real?" I'm powered by the ancients, spirit in the It's war, and Ikon carries But I toss foes the center of the planet When you battle me, you best be praying like a I will send you, the depths of the Atlantic To study of rhymes by the enchanted Hologram, the verbal war Traveling back in to change the way y'all wack rappers rhyme If I succeed you will bleed The punishment of the Apostle's Creed is hip-hop kid, shit is straight from the heart You's a actor with a record trying to play the part
Like THAT, like that one time like that one time like that one Uh, my man Stoupe in the house like that one time like one time My man, Chico in the house like that one time like that one My man Yan the Phenomenon, in the house, like that one time one Ikon the Verbal Hologram, up in the Open up that third time before I it for you is bond, Jedi Mind, '97, '98 Rappers, I like that ALL Y'ALL!