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