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[Apathy the Tongue]
I sit upon a of nuclear waste, this haste
The orgasmic juice of a goddess with her spread on my face
As I speak in touching a damaged piece of a satellite
wrecking remnants of a 2010 soliloquy
Entity, centuries from the time of man a plan
Of a time span of seconds to an
immortals in portals toward an Egyptian land
To then erect complex structures and pyramids
Melted rock with acidic chemical blood samples
From reptilian females' periods, I like the Iliad
But my ship sails amongst cosmic 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 mastodons when I crashed upon thrown in the Ice Age
And twice men's caves with a system of sound waves
And psycho-kinetics, you escape the wrath of APATHETIC
The has come for man to die, not project prophetic phonetics
Fugitive prosthetic for hairy ??? rejects
Exoskeleton extensions of inventions
swiftly like a Thundercat, my hunger tracks rats on the train tracks
And when I rap on tracks I attract energy sources
force through metamorphous
I darkened corridors with orbs of light and torches
We ride on apocalyptic bear-horses
And disappear as in the forest
And disappear as in the forest...

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

[Yan the
I take hold of truth eludes me like sand the cracks in my hands
Retaliatory silhouettes in apocalyptic
Nomadic by the second, but I let this stress get the best of me
Though it me on a daily basis
And the tracks of my tears down my cheeks and over my lips
Taste the freedom though it like gravity
As we're chained to this pathetic land Satan's left burning in Chaos
But yet I on with no tendencies in my subconscious
So there's a contradiction, because I'm aware of these tendencies
So that my subconscious anymore
More like that I conversate with, halves thirds and fourths
That I sliced my soul a percentage
I know you wouldn't recommend it, so I 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 place to home
Yan on the lonely island and see a plastic smile speaking
At frequencies, burn out the radio and television transmissions
Or simply voices who wear the robes of righteousness
is fucked up from data overload
Enhanced by the fact that I on a narrow road
That's more like a tightrope between wisdom and
Seems like clarity is the ever goal
When insanity has the help of the omnipotent 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 half of me is made of liquid and steel
Ain't you sick and tired of screaming "keep it real?"
I'm powered by the ancients, in the soul
It's war, and Ikon crossbows
But I toss through the center of the planet
you battle me, you best be praying like a mantis
I will send you, through the depths of the
To study transcripts of rhymes by the
Hologram, the war paradigm
Traveling back in time to change the way y'all wack rhyme
If I don't succeed you will
The just punishment of the Apostle's
is hip-hop kid, shit is straight from the heart
You's a actor with a record deal trying to play the

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