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[Apathy the Alien
I sit upon a cloud of nuclear waste, haste
The orgasmic juice of a with her lips spread on my face
As I speak in space touching a piece of a satellite
Resembling wrecking of a 2010 soliloquy
Entity, centuries from the time of man a plan
Of a span of seconds to an immortal
Transport immortals in portals toward an land
To then erect complex architect and pyramids
parted rock with acidic chemical blood samples
From reptilian females' periods, I travel the Iliad
But my ship sails amongst cosmic whales and pirates
Telling of trails left by the gods
Through the center of the sun when they the spot
Jesus Christ was really an astronaut
I mastodons when I crashed upon thrown in the Ice Age
And twice laid men's caves with a system of sound
And psycho-kinetics, you can't the wrath of APATHETIC
The time has come for man to die, not project prophetic
Fugitive prosthetic limbs for ??? rejects
extensions of cybernetic inventions
Moving swiftly like a Thundercat, my tracks rats on the train tracks
And when I rap on tracks I attract tremendous sources
Changing force through
I darkened corridors 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 - from "OC - Time's Up"]
Non-conceptual,
Your whole aura is

[Yan the
I take hold of eludes me like sand through the cracks in my hands
Retaliatory silhouettes in lands
Nomadic by the second, but I can't let this stress get the of me
Though it test me on a daily
And traces the tracks of my tears down my cheeks and my lips
the freedom though it seems like gravity
As chained 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 aware of tendencies
So that my subconscious anymore
More forces that I conversate with, halves thirds and fourths
I sliced my soul into a percentage
I know you wouldn't 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 waves of asphalt with no place to call home
Yan on the lonely island and see a plastic smile gibberish
At varying frequencies, burn out the radio and transmissions
Or audible voices who wear the robes of righteousness
Equilibrium is fucked up from overload
by the fact that I walk on a narrow road
That's like a tightrope between wisdom and insanity
like clarity 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 like
But I'm half-man and so you have to
That the other of me is made of liquid and steel
Ain't you sick and tired of screaming "keep it real?"
I'm by the ancients, spirit in the soul
It's war, and carries crossbows
But I toss foes through the center of the
When you battle me, you best be praying like a
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 rappers
If I don't succeed you will
The punishment of the Apostle's Creed
This is hip-hop kid, shit is straight from the
You's a actor a record deal trying to play the part

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