The Apostle's Creed

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 Non-conceptual, non-exceptional Your whole aura is plexiglas 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 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!