Stoupe The Enemy of Mankind - The Apostle's Creed lyrics

[Apathy the Alien Tongue] I sit upon a cloud of nuclear waste And taste 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 a reptilian females' period, 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 pa**ed the spot Jesus Christ was really an ancient astronaut I attacked mastodons when I crashed upon Earth in the Ice Age And twice laid mankeys with a**istance 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 crippled or rejected 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 forms through metamorphose I travel darkened corridors with orbs of light and torches We ride away on apocalyptic pale horses And disappear as shadows in the forest And disappear as shadows in the forest [Hook] Non-conceptual, non-exceptional Your whole aura is Plexiglas [Yan the Phenomenon] I take hold of truth eludes me like sands 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 but it seems like gravity Has me chained to this pathetic land like Satan's left burning lake of 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 they ain't in 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 f**ed 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] Non-conceptual, non-exceptional Your whole aura is plexiglas [Ikon the Verbal Hologram] On the battleground you can go to war like Sudan But I'm half-man and so you have to overstand 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, sh** is straight from the heart You's an 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 this muthaf**a Open up that third eye before I open it for you Word is bond, Jedi Mind, '97, '98 Rappers, I decapitate like that fu*k all y'all!