[Apathy the Alien I sit upon a cloud of nuclear waste, this The orgasmic juice of a goddess with her lips on my face As I speak in space touching a damaged piece of a Resembling wrecking remnants of a 2010 Entity, centuries from the time of man designed a Of a time span of to an immortal Transport immortals in toward an Egyptian 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 and intergalactic pirates Telling tales of trails by the gods Through the center of the sun when they passed the Jesus Christ was really an ancient I attacked mastodons when I crashed thrown in the Ice Age And laid men's 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 ??? extensions of cybernetic inventions Moving swiftly like a Thundercat, my tracks rats on the train tracks And when I rap on tracks I attract energy sources Changing force metamorphous I travel darkened corridors with of light and torches We ride on apocalyptic bear-horses And disappear as shadows in the And as shadows in the forest...
- Sampled from "OC - Time's Up"] Non-conceptual, Your whole is plexiglas
the Phenomenon] I hold of truth eludes me like sand through the cracks in my hands Retaliatory silhouettes in lands Nomadic by the second, but I can't let 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 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, I'm aware of these tendencies So that my subconscious anymore More like forces that I conversate with, halves and fourths That I sliced my soul into a I know you recommend 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 through waves of asphalt with no place to call home Yan on the lonely island and see a plastic speaking gibberish At varying frequencies, burn out the radio and transmissions Or simply audible who wear the robes of righteousness Equilibrium is fucked up data overload Enhanced by the fact I walk on a narrow road That's more like a between wisdom and insanity Seems clarity is the ever elusive goal When insanity has the help of the force of gravity
[Ikon the Hologram] On the you can go to war like Sudan But I'm half-man and so you have to the other half 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 Ikon crossbows But I toss foes through the of the planet When you battle me, you be praying like a mantis I will send you, the depths of the Atlantic To study transcripts of rhymes by the Hologram, the war paradigm Traveling in time to change the way y'all wack rappers rhyme If I succeed you will bleed The punishment of the Apostle's Creed This is hip-hop kid, shit is straight the heart You's a actor with a record deal to play the part
Like THAT, like that one time like that one time that one time Uh, my man Stoupe in the house like that one time like that one My man, Chico in the house like that one time 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 third time before I open it for you is bond, Jedi Mind, '97, '98 Rappers, I decapitate like ALL Y'ALL!