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[Apathy the Tongue]
I sit upon a of nuclear waste, this haste
The orgasmic juice of a goddess her lips spread on my face
As I speak in space touching a 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 immortals in portals toward an land
To erect complex architect structures and pyramids
Melted parted rock acidic chemical blood samples
From reptilian females' periods, I travel like the
But my ship sails amongst cosmic whales and intergalactic
Telling tales of trails left by the
Through the center of the sun they passed the spot
Christ was really an ancient astronaut
I attacked when I crashed upon thrown in the Ice Age
And twice laid caves with a system of sound waves
And psycho-kinetics, you can't the wrath of APATHETIC
The has come for man to die, not project prophetic phonetics
prosthetic limbs for hairy ??? rejects
Exoskeleton of cybernetic inventions
Moving swiftly like a Thundercat, my hunger tracks rats on the tracks
And when I rap on tracks I tremendous energy sources
Changing force through
I travel corridors with orbs of light and torches
We away on apocalyptic bear-horses
And as shadows in the forest
And as shadows in the forest...

- Sampled from "OC - Time's Up"]
Non-conceptual,
Your aura is plexiglas

the Phenomenon]
I take hold of truth eludes me like through the cracks in my hands
Retaliatory silhouettes in lands
Nomadic by the second, but I let this stress get the best of me
Though it test me on a basis
And traces the tracks of my down my cheeks and over my lips
Taste the freedom though it seems gravity
As we're chained to this pathetic land like Satan's left in Chaos
But yet I on with no tendencies in my subconscious
So right there's a contradiction, because I'm aware of tendencies
So that ain't my anymore
More like forces that I conversate with, halves thirds and
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 trouble you with my own
Now I swim through waves of asphalt with no place to home
Yan on the lonely island and see a smile speaking gibberish
At varying frequencies, burn out the and television transmissions
Or audible voices who wear the robes of righteousness
Equilibrium is fucked up from overload
Enhanced by the that I walk on a narrow road
more like a tightrope between wisdom and insanity
Seems like is the ever elusive goal
When insanity has the of the omnipotent force of gravity

[Ikon the Verbal
On the battleground you can go to war Sudan
But I'm half-man and so you to ovastand
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
you battle me, you best be praying like a mantis
I send you, through the depths of the Atlantic
To study transcripts of 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 just punishment of the Apostle's
This is hip-hop kid, shit is straight from the
You's a actor with a record deal to play the part

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