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[Apathy the Tongue]
I sit upon a cloud of nuclear waste, haste
The orgasmic juice of a goddess with her spread on my face
As I speak in space touching a damaged piece of a
Resembling wrecking of a 2010 soliloquy
Entity, centuries from the time of man designed a
Of a time of seconds to an immortal
immortals in portals toward an Egyptian land
To then erect complex architect structures and
Melted parted rock with acidic chemical blood
From reptilian females' periods, I travel like the
But my ship sails amongst cosmic whales and intergalactic
tales of trails left by the gods
Through the center of the sun when passed the spot
Jesus Christ was really an ancient
I attacked mastodons when I crashed upon in the Ice Age
And twice laid men's caves with a system of waves
And psycho-kinetics, you can't escape the of APATHETIC
The time has for man to die, not project prophetic phonetics
Fugitive prosthetic limbs for ??? rejects
Exoskeleton extensions of cybernetic
Moving swiftly like a Thundercat, my hunger tracks rats on the train
And when I rap on tracks I attract tremendous sources
Changing through metamorphous
I travel darkened corridors orbs of light and torches
We ride on apocalyptic bear-horses
And as shadows in the forest
And disappear as in the forest...

[HOOK - Sampled from "OC - Up"]
Non-conceptual,
Your aura is plexiglas

[Yan the
I take hold of eludes me like sand 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
Though it test me on a basis
And traces the tracks of my down my cheeks and over my lips
Taste the freedom it seems like gravity
As we're chained to this pathetic land like Satan's left burning in
But yet I continue on with no tendencies in my
So right a contradiction, because I'm aware 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 letter and never sent it
'cause my pain, is my pain, I won't you with my own
Now I through waves of asphalt with no place to call home
Yan on the lonely island and see a smile speaking gibberish
At frequencies, burn out the radio and television transmissions
Or simply voices who wear the robes of righteousness
Equilibrium is fucked up from overload
Enhanced by the that I walk on a narrow road
That's more a tightrope between wisdom and insanity
Seems like clarity is the elusive goal
When insanity has the 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 have to
That the other half of me is made of liquid and
Ain't you and tired of people screaming "keep it real?"
I'm powered by the ancients, spirit in the
It's war, and Ikon crossbows
But I foes through the center of the planet
When you 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 don't succeed you bleed
The punishment of the Apostle's Creed
This is hip-hop kid, shit is from the heart
You's a actor with a record trying 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 one time one time
the Verbal Hologram, up in the muthafucka
Open up that third before I open it for you
Word is bond, Mind, '97, '98
Rappers, I like that
ALL Y'ALL!