[Apathy the Alien Tongue]   I sit upon a cloud of nuclear waste, this haste   The orgasmic juice of a goddess with her lips spread on my face   As I speak in space touching a damaged piece of a satellite   Resembling wrecking remnants of a 2010 soliloquy   Entity, centuries from the time of man designed a plan   Of a time span of seconds to an immortal   Transport immortals in portals toward an Egyptian land   To then erect complex architect structures and pyramids   Melted parted rock with acidic chemical blood samples   From reptilian females' periods, I travel like the Iliad   But my ship sails amongst cosmic whales and intergalactic pirates   Telling tales of trails left by the gods    Through the center of the sun when they passed the spot   Jesus Christ was really an ancient astronaut   I attacked mastodons when I crashed upon thrown in the Ice Age   And twice laid men's caves with a system of sound waves   And psycho-kinetics, you can't escape the wrath of APATHETIC   The time has come for man to die, not project prophetic phonetics   Fugitive prosthetic limbs for hairy ??? rejects   Exoskeleton extensions of cybernetic inventions   Moving swiftly like a Thundercat, my hunger tracks rats on the train tracks   And when I rap on tracks I attract tremendous energy sources   Changing force through metamorphous   I travel darkened corridors with orbs of light and torches   We ride away on apocalyptic bear-horses   And disappear as shadows in the forest   And disappear as shadows in the forest...      [HOOK - Sampled from "OC - Time's Up"]   Non-conceptual, non-exceptional   Your whole aura is plexiglas      [Yan the Phenomenon]   I take hold of truth eludes me like sand through the cracks in my hands   Retaliatory silhouettes in apocalyptic lands   Nomadic by the second, but I can't let this stress get the best of me   Though it test me on a daily basis   And traces the tracks of my tears down my cheeks and over my lips   Taste the freedom though it seems like gravity   As we're chained to this pathetic land like Satan's left burning in Chaos   But yet I continue on with no tendencies in my subconscious   So right there's a contradiction, because I'm aware of these tendencies   So that ain't my subconscious anymore   More like forces that I conversate with, halves thirds and fourths   That I sliced my soul into a percentage   I know you wouldn't recommend it, so I wrote this letter and never sent it   'cause my pain, is my pain, I won't trouble you with my own   Now I swim through waves of asphalt with no place to call home   Yan on the lonely island and see a plastic smile speaking gibberish   At varying frequencies, burn out the radio and television transmissions   Or simply audible voices who wear the robes of righteousness   Equilibrium is fucked up from data overload   Enhanced by the fact that I walk on a narrow road   That's more like a tightrope between wisdom and insanity   Seems like clarity is the ever elusive goal   When insanity has the help of the omnipotent force of gravity      [HOOK]      [Ikon the Verbal Hologram]   On the battleground you can go to war like Sudan   But I'm half-man and so you have to ovastand   That the other half of me is made of liquid and steel   Ain't you sick and tired of people screaming "keep it real?"   I'm powered by the ancients, spirit in the soul   It's war, and Ikon carries crossbows   But I toss foes through the center of the planet   When you battle me, you best be praying like a mantis   I will send you, through the depths of the Atlantic   To study transcripts of rhymes by the enchanted   Hologram, the verbal war paradigm   Traveling back in time to change the way y'all wack rappers rhyme   If I don't succeed you will bleed   The just punishment of the Apostle's Creed   This is hip-hop kid, shit is straight from the heart   You's a actor with a record deal trying to play the part      Like THAT, like that one time like that one time like that one time   Uh, my man Stoupe in the house like that one time like that one time   My man, Chico in the house like that one time like that one time   My man Yan the Phenomenon, in the house, like that one time one time   Ikon the Verbal Hologram, up in the muthafucka   Open up that third time before I open it for you   Word is bond, Jedi Mind, '97, '98   Rappers, I decapitate like that   FUCK ALL Y'ALL!