The Apostle's Creed Feat. Apathy the Alien

[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

Cuz 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!