Jedi Mind Tricks, Apathy, Yan the Phenomenon - The Apostle’s Creed lyrics
[Jedi Mind Tricks, Apathy, Yan the Phenomenon - The Apostle’s Creed lyrics]
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 passed 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
Assistance 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
Non-conceptual, non-exceptional
Your whole aura is Plexiglas
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 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
Non-conceptual, non-exceptional
Your whole aura is plexiglas
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
Shit 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 muthafucka
Open up that third eye before
I open it for you
Word is bond, Jedi Mind, '97, '98
Rappers, I decapitate like that
FUCK all y'all!
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 passed 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
Assistance 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
Non-conceptual, non-exceptional
Your whole aura is Plexiglas
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 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
Non-conceptual, non-exceptional
Your whole aura is plexiglas
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
Shit 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 muthafucka
Open up that third eye before
I open it for you
Word is bond, Jedi Mind, '97, '98
Rappers, I decapitate like that
FUCK all y'all!