Type II : The Mandelbrot Set
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Galaxy Rise
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4th
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Peace Peace
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Flower Girl
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Grow Too Old Soon
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Prison Planet
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Interstellar
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1-2,1-2
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Dopamine Notes
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Judgement Day
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Metaphor Swordsman
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Borrowed Time
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Ultra Combo
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Summer's Ending
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.7
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As a Legend
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Final Kata
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about
Type II : The Mandelbrot Set
______Type II: The Mandelbrot Set is the fourth studio album by rapper Greydon Square. Type II: The Mandelbrot Set is a double-disc twenty-two track album which features artwork by Chris Cold, illustrator of the the two time Global Award winning album, Type I : The Kardashev Scale, and appearances by Canibus, Syqnys, Gripp, Task Rok, and Tombstone The Deadman. Greydon Square’s first two albums: The Compton Effect and The C.P.T. Theorem featured secular atheism and personal dialogs of emotion and history. Type I: The Kardashev Scale dove into the pseudo-science of futuristic technology and global award winning activism rap, while Type II: The Mandelbrot Set is set to expand further on futuristic civilizations and emotional discoveries of mathematics and symmetry.
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______The Mandelbrot Set is mathematical equation that uses a set of complex numbers that when graphed creates an uncanny depth of perception. This set of points whose boundary creates a distinctive and easily recognized two-dimensional fractal shape, comes to life by assigning colors to these numbers as they approach infinity; with each color representing the speed at which they reach this runaway definition. Benoit Mandelbrot, French-American astrophysics and researcher developed this equation in 1980, and was further expressed in the entertaining documentary by Arthur C. Clarke, The Mandelbrot Set (M-set), Fractals: Colors of Infinity.
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______Type II: The Mandelbrot Set is the fourth studio album by rapper Greydon Square. Type II: The Mandelbrot Set is a double-disc twenty-two track album which features artwork by Chris Cold, illustrator of the the two time Global Award winning album, Type I : The Kardashev Scale, and appearances by Canibus, Syqnys, Gripp, Task Rok, and Tombstone The Deadman. Greydon Square’s first two albums: The Compton Effect and The C.P.T. Theorem featured secular atheism and personal dialogs of emotion and history. Type I: The Kardashev Scale dove into the pseudo-science of futuristic technology and global award winning activism rap, while Type II: The Mandelbrot Set is set to expand further on futuristic civilizations and emotional discoveries of mathematics and symmetry.
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______The Mandelbrot Set is mathematical equation that uses a set of complex numbers that when graphed creates an uncanny depth of perception. This set of points whose boundary creates a distinctive and easily recognized two-dimensional fractal shape, comes to life by assigning colors to these numbers as they approach infinity; with each color representing the speed at which they reach this runaway definition. Benoit Mandelbrot, French-American astrophysics and researcher developed this equation in 1980, and was further expressed in the entertaining documentary by Arthur C. Clarke, The Mandelbrot Set (M-set), Fractals: Colors of Infinity.
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released 14 October 2012
In association with Grand Unified Theory (@WeRGrandUnified)
Executive Producer Alex Prodoehl (@AJProdoehl)
Artwork & Design Chris Cold
Alternate Artwork & Tim Oliphant (TimOliphant.com)
Music produced by:
Traumah aka Braumah Guru (@TraumahBeats)
Impact (@impact281)
Doug Fenske (@dougfenske)
Andy MAC (@macapella)
Rare Kommidity (@RareKommBeats)
Classik Beatz (classikbeatz.bandcamp.com)
Best Paul (@BestPaul)
Walrus Mageever (@WalrusMageever)
Greydon Square (@GreydonSquare)
Additional Performances include Tombstone da Deadman, C Gats, Canibus, Syqnys, Lady Assassin, Gripp, Task Rok, and Johnny Hoax
**Special Thanks**
Bruce Almighty (www.facebook.com/wergrandunified)
Ike Deez (www.facebook.com/schooloflogic)
Steven Donovan (www.facebook.com/GodIsNotGreat)
Highly Educated Ti Nail co (www.facebook.com/HighlyEducatedTi)
Russell Robinson
Josh Punx Williams
N.E.M.O. MC
Flawed Perception
Audio Phuture
Flylane Case
Three Grand Heat Beats
Stan Lee
The #GUniverse
Canibus (@DaRealCanibus)
C Gats (@CGats777)
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In association with Grand Unified Theory (@WeRGrandUnified)
Executive Producer Alex Prodoehl (@AJProdoehl)
Artwork & Design Chris Cold
Alternate Artwork & Tim Oliphant (TimOliphant.com)
Music produced by:
Traumah aka Braumah Guru (@TraumahBeats)
Impact (@impact281)
Doug Fenske (@dougfenske)
Andy MAC (@macapella)
Rare Kommidity (@RareKommBeats)
Classik Beatz (classikbeatz.bandcamp.com)
Best Paul (@BestPaul)
Walrus Mageever (@WalrusMageever)
Greydon Square (@GreydonSquare)
Additional Performances include Tombstone da Deadman, C Gats, Canibus, Syqnys, Lady Assassin, Gripp, Task Rok, and Johnny Hoax
**Special Thanks**
Bruce Almighty (www.facebook.com/wergrandunified)
Ike Deez (www.facebook.com/schooloflogic)
Steven Donovan (www.facebook.com/GodIsNotGreat)
Highly Educated Ti Nail co (www.facebook.com/HighlyEducatedTi)
Russell Robinson
Josh Punx Williams
N.E.M.O. MC
Flawed Perception
Audio Phuture
Flylane Case
Three Grand Heat Beats
Stan Lee
The #GUniverse
Canibus (@DaRealCanibus)
C Gats (@CGats777)
Hashtags
#GU #GrandUnified #GUniverse #UnifiedTheory
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- Track Name: Galaxy Rise
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"Somewhere in the #GUniverse"
Wanted! Schrodinger’s cat. Dead or alive
proclaims the cosmic guardian that’s embedded in time
I’ve been perusing information since the planck epoch
and 13 billion years later i remain epic
you probably fly on complex planes if you feelin’ me
my rhyme sequences escape me and race to infinity
lyrically, what I spit is self similar
energy, within every rhyme and next syllable
you know he’s the next mr x so lets kill a bowl
Don’t spit if you can’t generate, a fresh millivolt
every rhyme that I kick displays a fractal
revealing hidden landscapes at different scaling patterns
star view? no it’s a galaxy rise
but appears as a bottomless pit with a maddening dive
to us a black hole’s just a gravity slide
we went about our lives as the last reality died
but you weren’t here yet
you weren’t even a fluctuation of quantum weirdness
while we were perfecting art, song and lyrics,
our earliest artilects surpass the abilities of your gods best
you don’t even have a math for the silliness of the objects
2nd Verse
there’s hints of our existence on your moon,
a compendium, but you can only reach it when you’re on the shrooms
you type 1’s just defeated your flesh
thinkin you fresh while we keep planet eaters as pets
....early on, you almost killed your selves
the craft you built, might as well be equipped with sails
compared to us you’re just snails, a jest to the scale
...we get to meet every alternate version of ourselves
travel the Pleiadian cosmic ruins
while snackin’ on extra dimensions nobody uses
for amusement
in 3 dimensional time where we jump forward freeze moments even rewind
you speak of divine while we just see a primitive mind
trying to explain what it can’t in limited rhymes
we are the reflection of life in the night view
a galaxy rise, this is what awaits you at type II - Track Name: 4th
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Verse 1
Forget about the interviews and the many views
forget about the industry and the silly feuds
im deep inside the peoples mind trying to seek and find
the only thing that really matters, what you leave behind
....don’t look to the charts, the media to measure me
you shoot for the single, i’m playing for my legacy
fuck an award, if it aint for changing the world then I don’t want it no more
I’ll burn a bridge just to open a door
scratch an itch just to open a sore
let’s pack a swisher, just flow and record
we no longer ignored
so before you ask, it’s all for the music
...the result of my past, the cause of my future
it will no longer last as long as our hubris
the movement, should be knowledge, and how we pursue it
until then, we’re lucky to tread water
with broken sons, and emotionally dead daughters
keep the daddies, they’re lookin for rare fathers
the only ones still, left strong enough to dare bother
outside looking for someway in
bringing with me a generation of unraised kids
...and you have a harder time thinking that they exist
but don’t have problem with believing a creation myth
...don’t plead to me, you should take the fifth
cause you won’t know just what your spending, until you pay for it
Chorus
Let’s get together minds like we did before
in this endeavor, time is what’s getting short
it’s now or never, let rhyme help us steer the course
let’s give a future that our grandchildren will endorse
the only matter the line, when you know the score
what makes you think a closed mind could help you open doors
Every album i create I want to show the world
it’s hard to sell em on a first when you’re on the fourth
Verse 2
This is an example of translational motion
More flow than a basin, river, lake or ocean
Type II should be an ancient notion
but it’s not, we scratching at .8 just hoping
the world doesn’t go pop like corn kernals
how many more entries you got in your journal?
...You’re distracted by the sex appeal
me? The infinitesimal rotation of vector fields
the seventh seal isn’t heaven revealed
it’s you testing it everybody ready to build
a new reference
sever the old and new testaments
that just got the best of the fools who accepted it
the lesson is
no one has a monopoly on the truth,
not a church a god a party not even you
....we need you to paint the canvas
and help us plug the holes of our own understanding
**Chorus**
Verse 3
this isn’t the end it’s just an event like the beginning
anybody claiming they get it is just pretending
I’ll tell you this, if creativity is infinite
the truth is the allowance allotted and how you spend it
and not about how you meant it
i’m not going through all of this shit and not leaving an imprint
...to quit this in a fit is senseless
i meant it when i said no spit then wrists slit
but you still tried to recruit me in your shady cult
i refused, now i’m the leader of the slave revolt
...dispatch your legions to quash the rebellion
the punishment that we face, our arms and legs nailed in
...talking secretly of peace
watching great speakers often thinking it was me
Don’t speak of defeat, it sabotages victory
go and learn what you need, to satisfy the mystery
*Chorus** - Track Name: Snowflakes and Flowsnakes
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Verse 1
You think there must be a secret to tight music
all we do is find dope beats and write to em
...see half of the battle is waged with self
the other half is the audacity to blaze a trail
the most mind porn side of the rabbit hole
that’s hard to depict though like Calabi Yau manifolds
the fact people actually think that i’m dope
...make me not even wanna let you see what I wrote
Don’t tell me that I made it
email me that you hate it
tell me I didn’t blaze it
tell me i’m over rated
...some even say the case presented overstated
even though I came evidence and showed it with equations
you think I care that you dissin me?
i’ll sabotage my own success just to make sure i live in peace
...infinity, is just a description, like spittin
what you do with it determines interest
Chorus (x2)
...snowflakes and flowsnakes
all I want to do is write rhymes and smoke dank
most days creativity wont wait
Its the universe and I study the whole thang
flowsnakes, snowflakes and dope breaks
you dont have to think what i do its ok
but choose you over this no thanks
you can do whatever I'm going my own way
2nd
as agents of the police state prepare to move in,
they will do whatever it takes to prevent the zoom in
and you spend your time thinking i’m the problem
like the bling era, an ice age long forgotten
yea i’m wrong for the appeals for evidence
often testing it, all of the physics references
would you have a problem if i said that it was heaven sent?
nah. that’s why your whole position is irrelevant
Not all ideas are created equal
that’s why we use what we do to educate the people
...arrange words in a way that’ll make your brain hurt
and aim to explain existence within a single framework
fuck a name’s worth,
if you just copying another man that came first
these lame jerks, would rather me be somebody else than come original
this used to be a crime in hip hop, now it’s the typical
3rd Verse
they laugh because half of my new cd,
is more than compatible with lattice qcd
....i have to make it
the message has to be extrapolated
and translated into languages of affidavits
shatter proof wormholes suckin matter through
my main research and you want me to halt to battle you?
track you down from your longitude to latitude
from the morning dawn ill have you caught by the afternoon
...i’m mr fantastic in my lab with
all of my gear, to you it seems like a labyrinth
...you’d get lost before you caused any damage
i’d probably end finding you on a whole ‘nother planet
i want to be inside the research that I leave behind
not being sold as a tshirt by the reefer guy
I didn’t open Pandora’s box i just peeked inside,
and saw a world where a plant had been legalized - Track Name: Peace Peace
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...me, i get lost in the music
apart from the foolishness i dodge as youth in
a locked institution,
an animal, far from the humans
80’s garbage tossed in a huge bin
... the universe was art for the viewing
we are one now but i was scarred in the union->
every runner up has a Starks and a Ewing
you just play the part of the chewing...
...It’s like, i’m living a part in a movie
this is the scene where i’m sparkin’ the doobie
with the audience arguing and booing
partyin’ and moonin’
grabbing sexual partners of their choosing
why so serious? you won’t be here that long
and since i’m not I choose to spend my time makin rap songs
...maybe hit the glass bong
try to enlighten with music while hoping that people latch on
Chorus
The bottom looks even worse when you’ve seen the top
...what we blazin here is nothing, you should see the crop
watch another take his place when the leader drops
it’s only what you read about, peace us when see us out
Peace peace
try to remain in control when you weave the route
i don’t care if she think that i’m ugly, music thinks i’m hot
i dont need to be a star I just need a spot
thats why whenever happen you upon me man i’m peace’n out
peace
ask people, I’m an asshole when it comes to music
and i’ll remind it comes before you like there’s nothing to it
...not doing what you love is foolish
on the cusp of stupid
why would you not, when you love to do this?
...my dedication you could never doubt
...Can’t keep a girlfriend, but i can keep puttin’ records out
these days, i’m only focused where my flow goes
that’s why i’m no longer nice to women that I don’t know
on the road so, much things tend to move in slow mo
but so quick you couldn’t take a photo
just hit em with the pound gee yoo logo
how far out you want to go though?
load the ship we now leave for Qo’nos
that’s why our final gig was a no show
we were doing warp in the promo
trying to get as far from the ozone
as you and your crew are from a dope flow
after leaving our mark on the whole globe
Chorus
The bottom looks even worse when you’ve seen the top
...what we blazin here is nothing, you should see the crop
watch another take his place when the leader drops
it’s only what you read about, peace us when see us out
Peace peace
try to remain in control when you weave the route
i don’t care if she think that i’m ugly, music thinks i’m hot
i dont need to be a star I just need a spot
thats why whenever happen you upon me man i’m peace’n out
peace
this aint no career it’s a way of life
til you say goodnight
you understand when you pay the price
late at night i stay awake and write
instead of rage and fight
in the cage of the stage and lights
I can take a hint, you don’t want me reppin ya
...you don’t want hip hop to do with nothin’ secular
...you just want the regular, coke and a 7-up
more boring flows from another clone that’s stepping up
...that’s what I try to explain to these hecklers
that where I’m from you either prey or predator
where ignorance is your main competitor
expressed in all shapes, races, types, and characters
prepared to bust
...............................most of my fans don’t even like rap
...hopefully after me, they’ll know some nice tracks
blow the crowd away throw the mic back
then throw some light facts in the verse to excite cats, despite that... - Track Name: Flower Girl
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I woke up, on my day off feeling robust
bout to toke up, with my main dog who’s a grow buff
he knows stuff nobody knows about the cheeba
grow yields every month from indicas to sativas
roll over to his phat bachelor pad
he holds everything edibles hash wax and dabs
crash on the couch, bout to go half on an pound
pass it around mp3 blastin the sounds
Thick jars with more colors than them Pixar flicks are
roll up the swisher and hit the spliff hard
a good day. What? You aint seein’ me in 2k....
throw it in. Lob City versus LA? touche
...get a game or two chillin with my favorite crew,
the flower girl embedded in everything thing we do
we came we blew, the la got our chests locked
pound of fresh pot and now I’m out to the next spot
....Then it’s peace and i’m off in the wind
trying to avoid the law enforcements again
why pretend
im high and my eyes are glowing red
but rather seeing them I notice other things instead
...like where ever I go
everywhere i look it’s...
(Flowers Everywhere)x2
like where ever I roll and
everywhere i’m lookin’
(Flowers Everywhere)x2
Super blunted on the way to get some munchies
my mind wandering between space and something crunchy
...So hungry I could eat a whole a planet
if the year was 05, I could eat a whole Janet
when you in the store lit
everything looks gorgeous
ice cream or chips with dip, even oranges
even ladies in the store looking eatable
the flower girl type have yo ass cooking vegetables
she says she knows a party blooming with green
and she’ll probably be appearing with two of her team
I said cool
hit me up and we’ll come through
headed home thought about her smile over some food
she probably thinks i’m just the type to hit and run quick
that i’m just lookin for a place to get my blunt lit
wait til she finds out i’m just a musician
just trying to get the vision of his mind out through his lyrics and have you listen
...but now i can’t stop thinking
about the flower girl that I met that evening
plant seekin
inviting me out for mad chiefin’
that promised every room in the house would have weed in
she text me when got there
said everybody had their...
(Flowers Everywhere)x2
with everybody rollin up
and the party growin
(Flowers Everywhere)x2
Every party, seems it’s the same
Everybody’s got drink but finding weed is a pain
but that wasn’t the case when I dropped by
this flower party I even ran into my pot guy
over bob marley
so much smoke in the house the air was clear barely..
joints, bongs, blunts even dabs snare me
i’m fairly certain behind the therapy curtain they’re barely workin’,
this function was eerily perfect
Once I felt a tap on my shoulder it was over
I knew it was her, turned around and she was holding
a super blunt hit held in her lungs
she came closer, had me then inhaling the sum
great company, atmosphere, a ton of weed
flower girls all over the house that want to puff with me
right now I just feel lucky to be
like the plants i was lucky to chief, with my peeps
...We didn’t leave until the sun rose
up all night, breathing trees with some fun folks
games music drinks even dumb jokes
brought to us, by the flower girl everyone knows
We walk out, in the early morning and all we saw was
(Flowers Everywhere)x2
and I notice the first thing I wanted to do was smell the
(Flowers Everywhere)x2 - Track Name: 2013 Atheist Dreadnought (Lady Assassin, Syqnys, Greydon Square, Tombstone da Deadman, Johnny Hoax, Gripp, & Task Rok)
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Feat. Lady Assassin, Syqnys, Tombstone, Johnny Hoax, Gripp & Task Rok
Lady Assassin
That’s right toss your bible, you won’t need it for survival/
We’re the heathens kickin reason for the pagans standing idle/
Propaganda shit is viral, idiotic suicidal/
So I guess we gotta come and wipe this shit out like a tidal/
No bridal, I fuck cause I can/
I refuse to take orders from invisible men/
Oh you say being gay wasn’t part of his plan?/
Then why the fuck he give little girls the parts of a man?/
(I’m just saying)
Syqnys
So you don’t girls that’s alright you’re gay
but you don’t like men, alright ok
so you join the priesthood kinda hide away
they find you with lil chucky watching child’s play
it’s ya boy Syqnys, you know i’m as sick as
Christopher Hitchens’ esophagus is
I mean was
that’s not a diss to hitch
you got it twisted if you thinkin that’s what this is
this is a vicious and a little malicious
diss to religious ignorance so get this
jehovah’s witness and his holy scriptures
off my off my porch before I go and roast this witless
kid and mormon missionaries
cork it with ya
little Joseph Smith and his little bogus visions
yeah coke’s delicious
it’s a hell of a drug
Now tell your wife to put the soap to dishes
and sow my britches
come on man Michael Vick didn’t even have this many dopey bitches
i hope you get this
there’s no forgiveness
for the pope he gives his
cardinals permission
to grope some kids man
it’s so seditious
but i hope the pope goes to the pokey with his little silly hat
can an atheist really rap
can atheist people actually really be feeling that
can a hillbilly eat a philly that’s filled with cats? huh?
did that make more sense than your silly ass
they say the world was created in seven days
thats a weak story, get it a week story
c’mon Grey, can’t you be stoppin the beat for me
every time I say something dope
Grey: “here sorry”
they say there’s no atheists in foxholes
they must have never heard of Greydon in the Army
Greydon Square
Please pardon the A.D. part three
artsy emcee solving equations in Farsi
to bob marley’s catalogue
the world never ended you had it wrong
kids of the 5th babylon
sending you and your cattle on
mastodon stomp every single track i’m on
i have the form, to destroy any rapper who face me
you hate me and its war? Fine go get the A team
oh you want to save me,
it’s only the same thing
Christian Muslim Jew all on the same team
..a mad tradition of last the prediction
that’s indicative the of fear manipulation and ass kissin
that results in cash sent in
that they used to escape taxes with
in the pews spittin sacrilege
im from the system where the bastards lives
taught the people how to challenge the machine and now they’re activists
sure as Kobe scores there will be a holy war
declared in some godly name while someone’s asking show me more
...they wonder where all hip hop artists went
cuz ya’ll often spit softer than kenny lofton hits
define all of this, my hypothesis is
i rose from Apocalypse’s sarcophagus pissed
....GU logo on the rocketship
with everyone watching it knowing stoppin it is sheer preposterous
(Tombstone)
My rhymes are toxic when they get exposed to oxygen
and probably responsible for the death of a lot of men
and most acknowledge the folly of taking shots at him
or acting disrespectful and risking a mad leviathan
see your philosophy doesn’t mean a lot to me
cause 2 times out of 3 it was used to excuse atrocities
another prophecy equals another failure
another priest reaching for little kids genitalia
oh...so now you’re offended....you say you repented
claim a message from a god but I think you pretended
besides...your god’s arms are much too short to try to box with mine
so stop lying trying to claim he inspired your rhyme
we don’t believe you....you're needing more people
enough to stuff the church till it burst the church steeple
(plus) you lack intelligence...your gospel is irrelevant
sit inside your sermon and heckle you for the hell of it
how many times you’re gonna let them fill your mind with fear
with end world prophecy and obviously we still here
no zombie apocalypse ain’t tumbled down on top of us
and all that mayan calendars stuff is just so preposterous
go grab a slice of life and while you’re at it grab it twice
and ignore the bullshit that you’re hearing would be the best advice
those dudes are charlatans … it’s time to make examples
of traveling shit salesmen with mouths full of samples
(Johnny Hoax)
Come acknowledge the liberation in the right hand of science
You can ditch the holy books found on the nightstands of tyrants
I'm not impressed with cupcake critics and false skeptics
Kirk Cameron, Lee Strobel, William Lane Craig apologetics
Seriously insufficient and it clearly shows
Unless you peer review seeing Jesus in your Cheerios
I feel for those who know it's true amd still oppose
Inner dilemma like Euthyphro livin' on fools gold
I got your god in my sentences with a lower case "G"
with an "S" in parenthesis to honor polytheistic liberties
It goes beyond that, psychics and palm readers
Astrology charts toppin' the list of con artists tryin' to cheat us
Thick in the mix is every one of your leaders
And the only one I can respect is comical Buddy Jesus
Takin' moral high ground in support of wrongful action
I see now the irony touche' Wonka caption
Maintain your freedom to practice remain peaceful
But fuck religious freedom if it's only to enslave people
I pinpoint it as the suspect and the culprit
and let Bruce Almighty shit on that psuedo scientific bullshit
(Gripp)
This is so raw/ the atheist roll call//
So watch us get it open like crowbars//
'Cos even a little jab'll give 'em a broke jaw/ We go hard//
and make their little leap of faith look like a pole vault//
A battering ram we jam against oak doors//
stand planted with cannons/ Approach ya'll/ We're famished//
but on a roll with some cole slaw/ Word to the pope//
we're 'bout to give them our own good news: Tom Brokaw//
They call us interlopers/ but I've never been as focused//
'Bout to jam my penny loafers/ in their colon 'til I kick the Stouffer's//
Science is sexy; I belong on a pin-up poster//
These religious nuts pop up like toast or some mini-gophers//
You think there's any hope at all? Lose the foolish pride//
drop the holy books, and pick up some Grand Unified//
Look at things through your human eyes//
(not the crazy ones). Get off the losing side//
I'll leave 'em stir-fried: Moo Goo Gai Pan/ You know who I am//
Rhymes make live bands/ skip beats like, "God-damn!"//
And I'm still tryin'a pick which person to murk//
'cos beating me's Dawkins using his last words to convert//
So if there is a god, he's surely depressed/ that all these atheists//
are certainly blessed/ Never stop for air; I take circular breaths//
and when I step off the stage all the curtains are wet//
from the perspiration. I'll flood the fucking Earth with my sweat//
Go make an ark for that/ or go and make the seas part in half//
anything to validate or prove the way your martyr acts//
'Til then, I'll be causing heart attacks/ on any garbage rapper//
with a harder act/ An artist'll get carved in half//
And for all of ya'll predicting the rapture://
ya'll get on my last nerve/ Pulling us backwards//
Alright then, I guess I'm done killing stuff//
My apologies, Greydon. That's been building up//
(Task Rok)
I think it's easy to believe in a lie.
Some people are high
and looking for a reason to die.
I'm not concerned with a being in the sky.
I'm not concerned with anything
that falls apart when my reasons applied.
I don't believe in anything except my people and I
and the truth with a proof when repeated and tried.
I believe some people are evil inside,
& their guilt makes 'em go and find a steeple to hide.
It's 2013, we need to decide religion is dead;
Too many innocent people have died.
It's over. All of us are waking up,
it's obvious they made it up
to politic and make a buck.
Stealing lands, execution of the infidel.
Self prophesied evolution of a living hell.
I found happiness and everything I did myself.
Y'all can say or prayer or throw a penny down the wishing well it's over. - Track Name: Grow Too Old Soon
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I used to be good. Just weed and a bag of chips
now i’m more fascinated by DMT and Acid Trips
A partial cosmos. We live in just a patch of it
i’m more into the symmetrical negative that matching it
we don’t know where reality stops
it could be a simulation or a sanity lost
I talk but my family of thoughts is dysfunctional
i’m lost just like everyone else, i can’t punish you
lowercase c represents light speed
all these subliminal hints to Type III
might be just a pipe dream inside the
mind of a fried group home kid psyche
these aren’t parts they’re images of the whole
we are stardust. A ship? assemble it and we’ll go
be apart of the trip the membership and the goal
from the start we’ll put into it heart until we’re old
Chorus
we grow too old soon, and too late wise
useful lives full trying to escape time
a few remain just to hang with the great minds
the most insane work and strain ‘til it’s break time
you remain claimless, I’m a stake mine
i didn’t become famous, it became mine
i aimed to have my story carved into the cave line
that’s why we playin for tomorrow while today’s fine
Don’t want to be viewed like a prized athlete,
....as long as I change one life with my music then i’ll die happy
this is the curse of the creative person
the integrity of the art or just to the chance to sign your name in cursive
if you don’t love money they say you’re worthless
aimless waiter servants waiting on the industry like table service
to give em able purpose
write their rhymes for em and lay their verses
...and you wonder why the game has worsened
...Guys battle even less than before
I’d rather leave an easy lesson for all
before I exit this world
..and the only thing I’d regret
is that I didn’t discover earlier how to be fresh
....with the lyrics and the bar schemes
blame my situation its part environment part genes
and it’s part me I’ll admit it
hip hop was my wife, my mistress composition
Chorus
we grow too old soon, and too late wise
useful lives full trying to escape time
a few remain just to hang with the great minds
the most insane work and strain ‘til it’s break time
you remain claimless, I’m a stake mine
i didn’t become famous, it became mine
i aimed to have my story carved into the cave line
that’s why we playin for tomorrow while today’s fine
if you ask me, i’m dying in the studio
just play the last thing i was working on at my funeral
it’s not who you know, it’s what you do with what you have
we were out seizing the day while you were home puffin grass
wait, that was me instead of you
learning from the things I always plan but never do
nope, that was you instead of me
believe me you don’t want me as a true celebrity
because ill start tellin’ the people they never needed the
record labels, politics, gods, or corporate media
they know they’ll have to answer things when I come in
how many ideas stolen from a slave or a woman?
why are you still making a big deal when the blunt’s lit?
you wouldn’t raise a fuss, if it was another substance
So just quit. Adjust and relate
I feel like this is all stuff that I learned too late
but...
Chorus
we grow too old soon, and too late wise
useful lives full trying to escape time
a few remain just to hang with the great minds
the most insane work and strain ‘til it’s break time
you remain claimless, I’m a stake mine
i didn’t become famous, it became mine
i aimed to have my story carved into the cave line
that’s why we playin for tomorrow while today’s fine - Track Name: Prison Planet
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Prison Planet
Chorus
...You should never be surprised when you get attacked,
you’ll know all the freedoms they took from you when you get em back
when in fact they were never yours to begin with
this is a prison planet you’re serving a life a sentence
enter prisoner 092881
no particular kid of interest nobody’s great son
so he enters the system’s revolving door on day one,
comes out a menace the armed forces gave a gun
sent him to war without warning him
the images he’d store from then on would now torture him
brought his hyper awareness back to the rear
a soldier who still feels active missing half of his gear,
blood money they trade for his education
so he can learn to describe a state with one single equation
his idol Carl Sagan, his outlet hip hop
he wants to be a physicist, he wants to wreck shop
sittin at the pawn shop watching the clock stuck
technically a free man, but still feels locked up
As a result of social conditioning
he actually has something to say but no one is listening
Chorus x2
...You should never be surprised when you get attacked,
you’ll know all the freedoms they took from you when you get em back
when in fact they were never yours to begin with
this is a prison planet you’re serving a life a sentence
He’s institutionalized on two fronts
deals with his PTSD with crude blunts
the civilian reality is too much
so much he hasn’t left his house in 2 months
his mood jumps from dealing with rude cunts
attitude fronts and them asking to do brunch
every morning wakes up from the same dream
his fate seems, status quo the same thing
with chains free to tight walk the fame beam
he sabotages all the success his name brings
...it’s the baggage of the guilt he walks around with
the psychological scarring you can’t heal with counseling
feeling guilty bout the fact he actually made it,
wants among the greatest
while he shuns his medication
munches education
while he punches on the pavement
cuz he hates it
imprisoned by the past he’s escapin’
Chorus x2
...You should never be surprised when you get attacked,
you’ll know all the freedoms they took from you when you get em back
when in fact they were never yours to begin with
this is a prison planet you’re serving a life a sentence
Another inmate who wallows in his misery
....the prison is his thoughts, the cell is his history
watching as the world passes him by
with every plan to escape foiled he happens to try
sabotaged, by himself. he’s the main saboteur
he’s the cellie he’s the warden he’s the guard at the door
...he looks at all his cell mates like their kin
...the guy he was fighting with the shank that was him->
in the same crap as him,
just trying to see the outs
equally as blind trying to lead each other out
...expecting every single opportunity to fall through
Its like being caged but you have the key somewhere on you
...and he’s tries to break the cycle but he can’t ->
there an unraised pent up rage he doesn’t get
...and for every him, a million just like him
born of war, group homes, jails and gang violence
Chorus x2
...You should never be surprised when you get attacked,
you’ll know all the freedoms they took from you when you get em back
when in fact they were never yours to begin with
this is a prison planet you’re serving a life a sentence - Track Name: Interstellar
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Verse I
I live a musically embedded life
in this time i’ve forgotten better lyrics than you’ll ever write
All original i’ll never bite
with Andy Mac choppin up better samples than you’ll ever slice
we wonder how you get to bed at night
waking up in sweats, feedin’ off our fever like a parasite
I think there’s evidence to verify,
that you aint really the boss, you seem like the small errand type
simplify the only way they gon’ understand it
why even I try, these dummies destroy their own planet
its not my rhyme, just in time before the world ends
its actually my rhyme that causes the world’s end
think about it, we still discover pyramids
city sized tetrahedrons that were really hid
you feel me kid, you’ll find them if you really dig
but you wont, you’ve resigned to be a Guinea pig
Verse II
Grab the weed, wrap it up in a banana leaf,
keep it lit, while I’ll try to spit a masterpiece
I even asked which of the lines were most packed with heat
they copy and pasted the rhyme and sent it back to me,
Every time I try my hardest when I sit and write,
while you just want to work and party you’re a different type
headed to another place on a different flight
lyrics coming up shorter than a midget’s height
I’ll spit a hundred times to get it right,
Just to make sure i’m shivering cold like I skinny dip in ice
on a Michigan December’s night
You tried to pitch a strike
but I hit it into a drifting kite,
...You know I’m always lifted right?
Hit the spliff from the early dawn, to when you kiss your kids at night
Unified to achieve perfection
You should side with Mr X, go get blazed and ask the deep questions
Verse III
I’ll barely rhyme and make you use your mind
its kind of hard to play chess when you have to announce your moves in rhyme
only music is the true divine,
….while you worship human ignorance the foolish kind
….as a non believer they call me insufferable
well I’m sorry I’m in trouble for not being gullible
i hear you trying to talk to me like I'm another fool
but its easy to have faith when you have a stomach full
...only bullies run the school
claim they leave no child behind while they implement the dummy rule
i was supposed to die at twenty two
a mercenary in Iraq, Al Ramadi, in the money tomb
how the hell you going to sell me on a master plan
friends still in the service facing down Afghanistan
I’m Magneto in the Savage Land
with my dream and frienemy trying to sell it to the average man - Track Name: 1-2,1-2
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1, 2, 1, 2
Chorus
You To Wong Foo
Me spit quark gluon soup
and of course still do Kung Fu
while you find a fool to run to
i grab the mic and 1,2,1,2
...You see some rule
to me a new roof to punch through
if it’s war, then you use sun tzu
oh a mic? yea I use one too
it’s all about the 1, 2, 1, 2
VERSE 1
No labels, no gods, no fables
if I ain’t able to spit just put me in my grave hole
...I’m a free man
that’s why they call me a heathen
the reason? cuz I like analytical thinkin’
this Mongolian beef with little seasoning
get a piece then sit down and sink your teeth in
i’ll be the first to admit, that i’m not perfect
but if i spent my life making music it’ll be worth it
...and I don’t need a girl at all
fuck pussy, I’d rather give the world a song
label’s get the middle finger just as quick
I’m independent, let em try to touch my shit
if it was dope now it’s a crack habit
that’s why I’m back it like everybody thinks I’m bad at it
until this shit ends I’ll spit with vengeance
...shit on dope beats like old people do to Depends
you fawn over porches Armani and leather
while the strong nuclear force holds my rhyme scheme together
I’m sick with the flow like I live on a boat
you should track that pitiful rhyme behind a temporal cloak
...this kind of hip hop has a different approach
instead of women and gold,
it’s a victory pose
a statement against shit we oppose
if this was poker you couldn’t bluff hard enough to get me to fold
Chorus
...You seem confused
Just leave us to make tunes
before we break you and ya lame crew
Give an inch and these chumps take two
that’s why we bust the 1, 2, 1, 2
Trust that we’ll meet up soon
You know aint dope you snuck through
if it’s fuck us, then it’s fuck you
we tell to em to spit but then none do
they couldn’t touch our 1, 2, 1, 2
Verse 2
Face the truth we’re just apes with nukes
A raging debate over faith ensues
Wait til they break the truce
while thinking you safe, watch em bring the drama straight to you
it’s too late with no time to react at all
catch you sippin on a 40 watching basketball
this wont last at all
I just want to bring intellect to a jamming song
while they laugh at ya’ll
I teach checker players how to play chess
teach a chess player Go while I’m blazing the sess
now follow
you know it’s 2012 when your neighbors
see a black president and 5 white Lakers, at staples
just leave me to my major
keep everything else including your Christ savior
I’m still the type to fight for thy neighbor though
cut through everything that I face like light sabers yo
...This is the old republic
...you better warn the public
especially rappers with a swollen budget
producers known to love it, when i kick the physics
...what you thought my whole career was about dissin Christians?
Ha you fell for the gambit
i drop hot shit like rocks that fell to the planet
...So don’t get popped dropped and shelled by the cannon
where you standin’, if you can’t spit then put ya man in
Chorus
they fuss cuz I threw up truth
just, wait until GU comes through
with a new blunt for me to puff through
DMT or even mushrooms
I’m a crush the 1, 2, 1, 2
rebuffed yet I get love too
mix the old school with sumnthin new
some don’t want it here yet some do
as far as me i don’t know about you
forever rep the 1, 2, 1, 2
...You To Wong Foo
Me spit quark gluon soup
and of course still do Kung Fu
while you find a fool to run to
i grab the mic and 1,2,1,2
...You see some rule
to me a new roof to punch through
if it’s war, then you use sun tzu
oh a mic? yea I use one too
it’s all about the 1, 2, 1, 2
they fuss cuz I threw up truth
just, wait until GU comes through
with a new blunt for me to puff through
DMT or even mushrooms
I’m a crush the 1, 2, 1, 2
rebuffed yet I get love too
mix the old school with sumnthin new
some don’t want it here yet some do
as far as me i don’t know about you
forever rep the 1, 2, 1, 2 - Track Name: Dopamine Notes
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Name another packing this much inside a melody
secluded, but when I emerge you’ll get a better me
I’d rather die alone, than to, without a legacy
you, would rather brag about fools committing felonies
truth, just gets ignored
in lyrics, a bigger penalty
screw a hologram my music fulfills my memory
...those aren’t stars they’re galaxies that you’re looking at
i knock planets out of their orbit with a wooden bat
...what do you see when look at rap?
just a hook and crap?
we weren’t impressed so we took it back->
I blame everyone who didn’t demand a better sound
the new generation, the elders even let us down
..too hip hop for the community
too secular for the hip hop community to know what to do with me
they foolishly underestimated what I created
now they hate it
enraged the outcast became the favorite
CHORUS
you would’ve thought that things would’ve changed but
they still sell us saviors
and still let em weigh us down
you’d think we’re just a link in a chain but
they still separate us
and still want to break us down
we’re still on a journey in the making
our purpose for the shaping
that’s not too late to turn around
Don’t let em put the world in the matrix
control the information
exposin’ the game in town
i specialize in particle physics and time folds
I got numbers big enough to swallow a god whole
when I rap I spit a fifth state of matter in fact
i’m Black Bolt. Speech is the most lethal weapon i pack
one whisper in your direction would put you through a mountain
boil the water underneath you and cook you in a fountain
you aint no where in the multiverse that i’m found in
even though i’ve searched clusters and star systems by the thousands
they challenged me to tune a verse
to the perspective view of the elders of the universe
see if you could do it first
to move the earth using words isn’t too absurd
especially if you’re used to moving tools to the lunar surface
the fool emerges
from the school with a dual purpose
As a teacher but also tool merchant
...wander the globe disarming his foes
with his heart held within his palm, his karma enclosed
...his aura glowing orange and gold
and he can calm anybody who says that they aren’t sold with a poem
...this is his mission, to live as a musician as you listen
to him converting parsecs into inches
...a reward for a brain that’s info seeking
ten more reasons for him to study and then he’ll leave em’
a leap into the unknown they might honor
to go to infiltrate the next globe with life on her - Track Name: Judgement Day
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They used to call me the super gross, but now its Duck Butter
we started off as strangers but now we blood brothers
the 5th horseman it’s none other
the catholic church could’ve prevented this with just one rubber
silly abstinence challenged by active raptivists
these rappers actually fear these ideological savages
this is aimed at the sheeple, the pawns of the Vatican
who fell for Pascal’s gambler’s fallacy law of averages
what you would see if you lost the baggage
galactic structure so big, you don’t even know that you’re lookin at it
update your status to say dude is insane,
...even on the tracks where he isn’t using his brain,
I was writin lyrical songs before you cats discovered it
back before bishop Eddie Long was having sex with kids
and out of court settlements, you can go and tell him that
we never needed his god, go somewhere else and peddle it
...I’ll quit rap once the world ends
until then, you gon’ just get caught up in the whirlwind
because i’ll show you real sin
you’ll witness horror first hand like Osama Bin Laden’s girlfriends
Chorus
...they say we’re in a fallen state
downplay accomplishments, only highlight mistakes that we often make
then want to tell us to walk which way
how to talk and play
even though most of them walk astray
save your judgements we’re off today
you want to judge you can take a closer look into your author’s ways
cuz i’ll look into the darker shade
see you all afraid
of the ghosts from your father’s age
We’re all murderers literal war criminals
i’m not cynical i’m just making it more visible
mentally wounded vets seen between long intervals
lost in the bitter cold ward of hospital rooms
...the operation is launched no more subliminals
generational war we’re coming for your general
how the hell is the base of our mountain your pinnacle?
information more valuable than gold or emeralds
or your toted centerfold
over we should have been done thrown
any government every throne
...the old man said listen
“there’s people counting on our brothers to keep set trippin”
prison industrial complex, a fresh sentence
Chorus x2
...they say we’re in a fallen state
downplay accomplishments, only highlight mistakes that we often make
then want to tell us to walk which way
how to talk and play
even though most of them walk astray
save your judgements we’re off today
you want to judge you can take a closer look into your author’s ways
cuz i’ll look into the darker shade
see you all afraid
of the ghosts from your father’s age - Track Name: Rhyme Sickness from Orion Cygnus
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Rhyme sickness from Orion Cygnus
i can teach an ant quantum physics if it wants to listen
….and I’ve got equations that allow you to star hop
If Doom is Worf then call me General Martok
tougue is bat’leth, while the beat is the bird of prey
if ever challenged to battle i’ll never turn away
lookin for heat without a thermometer search near me
Digital era, i name my songs search queries
it’s not surprising you find inquiry violent
your frightened because I write to the enlightened in science
that’s why i dare you say something
don’t make me come back and collapse your wave function
for trying to play tough when
you should’ve been reading
fact checking peer reviewed teachings
using some basic logic in your reason
it’s open season on this think tank heathen from the deacon’s region,
where no beacon of reason reaches
the deepest secrets, are meant to be relinquished by the teachers
and not to be hoarded by the preachers
a galaxy quest we survive to tell the tale
I’m glad that we left, they made the planet purely hell
enjoy the star view from our rear view mirrors
the secrets of the universe encompassed and sealed in lyric
it’s good to be home
calculate our seeds to be sown
throughout the cosmos
a ship powered by kickin’ raw flows
the culture hip hop a gift to my decedents
a species built from scratch on honor knowledge & forgiveness
you take my blunt, I’ll be back with a flask
right back in the back of the lab dabbin with Task
i’m only the first officer of the flagship
who gon’ say somethin’ to me besides the Captain
I seek deeply in order to speak freely
a combined mind of one Einstein from each species
regress your path and go back through the frame
we rep the Mandelbrot set like its an actual gang
throw up hand signs every time you drag up our name
even if established and famed I’ll battle for change
...this comes from inside, so channel it like i do
everyone dies, what you do alive that defines you
we’re meant to rhyme from beginning of time
the only real battle begins and ends with the mind - Track Name: Metaphor Swordsman
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Chorus x2
Metaphor swordsman
split em with the chorus
them i’m
horse drillin em injectin’ em with some more venom
i’m forcing em
to learn scores of a portion of
the total knowledge that the universe has afforded
Verse I
I make classic tracks without saving and then delete em
I throw my metaphors into space and then retrieve em
I make em think that they have a chance and then defeat em
Grand Unified inspires a higher thinkin’
miles higher than the empire’s spire entire
much colder than hagendaz breyers and dreyers
when I flow, I use perpetual motion to go
when I stop, those who witnessed say I’m reputable,
we brought the wired mics, turntables with stickers on em
We took the Wu Tang Philosophy we and built upon it
when we form
its like von nueman galactic swarm
super intelligence attracted from every corner
instructions how to reach em redacted on every forum,
people leaving the planet faster than you can warn em,
flippin’ bosses birds, packing all their belongings
me, I'll be launching from Compton California
Chorus x2
Metaphor swordsman
split em with the chorus
them i’m
horse drillin em injectin’ em with some more venom
i’m forcing em
to learn scores of a portion of
the total knowledge that the universe has afforded
Verse II
Imagine a moment, you’re the thing that’s made of light
...from your perspective of speed, any where, zero time.
we on to warp drives you still use propellers
how you intergalactic? you struggle with interstellar
...we’re barely scratching surface there’s no mistakin’ it
cuz at the smallest scales no objects only relationships
im not a star i’m just another sun
who cant finish a rhyme cuz im too busy starting another one
if you think i’ve started i’ve just begun
all the stars in the sky i’ve labeled and numbered em
even calculated the circumference
and mass of Gliese 721
all while I was locating another one
they brush you off cuz you think ignorance is lovely
and love me because I promote system of discovery
….which isnt even legal in your country
you sneak it in and bump me
and secretly enjoy me like a junkie
Chorus x2
Metaphor swordsman
split em with the chorus
them i’m
horse drillin em injectin’ em with some more venom
i’m forcing em
to learn scores of a portion of
the total knowledge that the universe has afforded
Verse III
i posit existence insular quanta
...an island of quantum energy we seem to be stuck on
I charge my attack like mid 90’s anime
just in case you reach for the mic to blow your hand away
you don’t have enough time to chart the archives
and not nearly enough space to fit on your hard drive
i don’t use tiny words like the media
You think you know, then I send you back to wikipedia
you mean you flow, i didn’t even know you were inferior
you didn’t even broach my radar or my interior
students of Wu Tang modern under a new name
redefining music, while y’all just eat the poon-tang
...and see as how i’m Liu Kang, and you lame, do thank,
that walking zombie you pray to you aint
facing me right now in mortal combat
sport more than contact
so annoying should’ve worn a top hat
your flow’s boring stop that, before your momma hears you
...how is misrepresenting our culture not an issue
and that’s not to diss you
that’s an open question
and constitutes misuse
how you gonna respect it
they act like hip hop is over the message
and chose a necklace
said yes to mainstream and said no to the essence
but in essence it’s what you ingested
and was left with
no longer a threat and marked off of the checklist
...for us a deathwish for them it’s a respite
as expected didn't take long to make the connection
it's Greydon
Who timed the pace to expand as fast as violent space
during inflation
for rhymin's sake
...when gamma rays go I fuel the burst
my newest verse was old during the early universe
spewin flow at such hot temperatures got to cool em first - Track Name: Borrowed Time
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If I'm on borrowed time
that just means tomorrow’s mine
you’ll find the hardest rhyme i’ve ever spit in the marble mines
...my music you can throw on in a bind
grab the mic i’ll chop it off and claim your arm is mine
....I think i might be a verse addict,
i thought your kung fu would get better over time but now youre worse at it
the purple flame in Urkel’s name I burp sulfur
stop rapping and give me the mic back your turn’s over
It’s still Trek,
I’m hip hop’s version of Data,
so much ass I get,
they call me a nerdy Fela
lead the revolution from the front
but eat these brownies first, you’ll be high for a month
...first they’ll ignore it, then they’ll say the timing’s off
...then try to bribe but won’t have the money to buy me off
it’s not the voice, it’s what you tried to do with it
...They would rather see me rap to pursue riches
...not out on the streets
or trying to help my fellow man not to drown in the sea,
they say there’s people here that don’t know why
that’s fine with me
at least while they’re here we can open their eyes
i’m trying to see
a change of state
the kind of change Obama was too afraid to make
he was bought off
just to alter California pot laws
even though the major use had dropped off
if you do your own thinking it’s not hard
if you don’t you might end up peppered sprayed in the backseat of a cop car
the end is not far
...still you want to be a rock star,
passing hungry people in a hot car,
i wanna be Rygar
Fight for the future from an 8-bit perspective
The loss of history is our greatest depression
...i wanna know what part of Africa i come from
.they want me to work hard and pay taxes to someone
while they tap in to some fund
funnel money into the process that we could use to have them undone - Track Name: #GU After-Party (feat. DJ Zashone)
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my lyrics describe the physics of the next time
yo,
the collisions are even measured in electron volts
see,
you’re trying convince me to find some some Jehovah
me,
I’m trying to find the same god as Spinoza
most of the universe, hydrogen and helium
galaxies in the billions, traces of beryllium
inhospitable to most life that we experience
that’s why we use loose the terms eternity and infinite
but really everything experienced is finite
i got the got the jaws of life ready to pry open your mind like,
...start at tiny large numbers
a couple 1,000,000,000,000
another zero you can stack at the end
each one represents another factor of ten
grow it
...fractals is where the mathematics begin
have to explain in dimensions below the one that you’re in
and show it
this is grossness, fecal matter over dosage
soakage
...every emcee is a poet
but not every rapper emcees and you know it
ill believe in miracles
when I see a mainstream rapper perform a lyrical, without lookin’ pitiful
I spit it uber-stupid
with less viscosity than super-fluids
zero friction between me and the music
...people say “the words you use are too long for us”
scientists say the words I use aren’t long enough
Peace to all the emcees that’s using the brain
we flow the same way like longitudinal waves
my quantum state “dead and alive at the same time”
rhyme on the bass line violates space-time
and causality
here’s somethin’ baffling
there’s a galaxy for every star in our galaxy
…I bet you didn’t catch it
for the really big books, I’ll go under the mattress
...we put the gods of yesterday in their respective place
you’re no closer to eternity then you were yesterday
...you just get fly, I’ve been known to levitate
my crew is like individual quarks we don’t separate
knock on my door to debate
your leave with three cds that’ll probably end up changing your faith
its Greydon
no your god didn’t send you to come here to save him
that was your church, they need some more people to pay them
with hell, love gets lost in the message
I’ll send you back to church with more questions than you left with
in a second
at my steps talking about salvation
I need saving like you need Carl Sagan
while you have no idea who that you facing
the only rap played inside the space station
amazing
exploration our faith, beware of the rituals
I’m of the senior staff, your red shirt expendable
you would take the away mission point man position
listen! but you won’t, so you’ll get it
right before the scroll of the credits
down the rabbit hole past the quantum foam we jetted
Let me hear you say Grand Unified!
say Grand Unified!
say Grand Unified!
Now Scream!
Let me hear you say Hip Hop lives!
say Hip hop lives!
say hip hop lives!
Hip hop lives. - Track Name: Ultra Combo
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Me I bathe in the hotness
you eject now from cockpit
how you lames going to stop this
i’m freeing slaves when I drop shit
you better keep feeding them hell before people the people learn to think for themselves
while we give the masses the painful truth and watch the people rebel
This a whole new style of kung fu
big hole when punch I through
the 1-2 boom bap track i subdue
with the attack....
Spit habitual
little did you know
spittin flow
is a ritual
a lyrical cynical
approach to see you all at the Pinnacle
i roll with the grand unified theory movement
where if its not sick lyrical knowledge kicked then its useless
...you find solace in the foolishness of the industry
me I find the freedom to say what I want pleases me
I'm not an insecure god i don’t need people to believe in me
i just need a beat and my creative mind tuned into the right frequency
Muslims & Christians like me secretly
plotting global sabotage
meanwhile trying teach me about decency
they say read from this book
and take heed from the crook that preaches
and say “hey heathen look!
Look how the love from our god reaches”
Even though programmed to believe this
craziness
they eat it
and tell us we missed the tastiness
well praise jesus, mohammed and intellectual laziness
me i’ll lay venus
while you and the great horde
concern yourself with what a man does with his penis
rage war
use that bigotry you learned in church to hate more
cuz’ you know all it takes is reason
to slay lords
Quiet or we’ll break yours
it seems the 4 fundamental forces
were more important
than your pulpit’s bad sales pitch
control is the real culprit
hip hop made up of retro lyrics and fresh dope beats
unified fundamentals like the electroweak
they want to know the great unknown we’re sayin let’s go see
you want to hang out in the kiddie pool I’m screaming let’s go deep
Next you’ll scream
several mean
terrible things
that we’ll need
our specialty’s
definitely
wrestling with greed
you protect the regime
i reflect on the question & dream
you resign to accept the routine
Gone are the days that we all slaved over rhymes for the masses
i guess i didn’t pass this
class that we all had our ass in
fasten your seat belts or you might fly out
a label wouldn’t ever have enough, money in their wallet for a buy out
substance over style
still you took the cheap route
i stay in the fox hole under fire trying to peak out
...how dare you compare me
tactics meant to scare me
you thought it was a death blow when it actually struck me barely
cuz I parried
….wiley weird flows by this weirdo
on a scale my rhyme’s thermodynamic temperature is zero
consuming like a supermassive black hole
overloading the stack flow
1000 unified minds storming the castle
come one come all as we stand here on the precipice
if you ain’t dedicated to the integrity what you sayin is irrelevant
if knowledge was a fetish you would never get none you just might as well be celibate
i’m an elephant
stomping through your residence with my regiment
...Hip hop won’t ever end
that’s why they got mtv on tv trying to sell you a better trend
a verified myth, that labels are the answer and we need them
a paradigm shift, accompanied by a new of wave of reason
that’s why they need us to believe in,
cuz their taste varies often and it changes with season - Track Name: Summer's Ending
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I’m the creepy guy in the trench coat following you
the homeless guy on the side of the freeway bothering you
i tried to signal, but you didn’t pay me no mind
now i call like a bill collector til you pay me on time
….I’ve got the skill to describe your morphogenetic field
and yet and still go back to the math for a better thrill
we took all of our collective forces and unified it
you read the bible, and that isn’t even pseudoscience
you think i’m afraid of Islam like i’m shook nervous
I’ll torch a quran with my lyrics fuck a book burning
these blacks accept the religion of the slave master...
but they wouldn’t accept it if you were a gay rapper
why is it when we want to move forward we face backwards
our community’s sick, religion the main factor
you have such a problem with gays and transsexuals
what if I told you that we are a trans-intellectuals
you’d probably flip, deny that you’re a member
call for those who think like me, to be dismembered
….something you picked up from a former era
spreading religious love in the form of terror
pipe down
pick up a book right now
of an opposing view you might find out
...everything aint you what you thought it was
there are no others everyone’s apart of us
(Chorus)
There’s just an illusion of something different
the very reason they keep telling you something’s missing
but whatever it IS you won’t get from one religion
I hate to break it to you, get your coat summer’s ending...
There’s just an illusion of something different
the very reason they keep telling you something’s missing
but whatever it IS you won’t get from one decision
I hate to break it to you, get your coat summer’s ending...
There’s only so many legal moves
when you’ve seen the rules
you wonder how they have so many people fooled
I never thought when I was young in class
that I would be scribbling in chalk on the walls of the underpass
some might ask, how’d did happen how’d you get there?
most people think that i’m yappin’ when I sit there
and just stare
at traffic rappin’ just to get their
half a second of attention span as they spend years
rentable, to the highest bidder in a bidding war
disappear from 9-5 then act like I’m invisible
pitiful, wanna be pimps players and centerfolds
in it for the cash and status and yet their miserable
...i’m not homeless i’m just off the grid
be happy if i was on it i’d be off’n kids
i think the problem is, “we” aint being honest
i’d rather live like shit then to pay for shadow conflicts
we aint broke it’s the system that is broken
this->is a modern day plantation and you know it
manufactured patriotism
makes asking questions about secretive initiatives
just as dangerous as seals on a secretive mission
secret prisons people still in
even paranoid transients see the villains
sure I hear voices, telling me inhale the weed and always peer forward
wandering this scorched earth
....just looking to score something to eat
get out of the rain, a blanket and somewhere to sleep
...wondering if this alley and box is going to pan out,
all you see is another grown man with his hand out
...nothing to my name except for some books
while the cops watch everybody except for the crooks
...and the people left on the hook, be like “ho-hum”
plus they get to pay for it too. This is so dumb
A balancing act with peace as the fulcrum
But what would I actually know? I’m just some smelly old bum
diggin through old crates feeding on bread crumbs
just another mother’s broken son who’s head’s gone
........fumbling a basket mumbling some racket
under that bridge, where a normal man becomes a savage
one man’s peace is another’s madness,
You keep the illusion, i’ll just settle for a jacket - Track Name: .7
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Here we go
Look
You can roll the with crowd, I'm a call societies bluff
Hip hop is a political volcano trying to erupt
When you search my music on google, actual science comes up
These rappers get on the mic and just start lying and stuff
The industry is like the NBA's executives man,
Its hard to get a fair shot with Donaghy reffing the game
But it's cool,
I'm a kick back, and kick it in school
While the rest of these cats turn on radio listen to fools
You can dig pretty deep, if your given the tools,
Just don't be all that surprised when your given the news
All I really said was that your god didn't exist,
And you got pissed enough to get out there and make you a diss
People get sensitive about shit that they know is ridiculous
Like religion, astrology and political differences
Spy-ware on your computers that phone homebase
With information from your emails to your hard drive space
They know exactly what it takes just to get at you
Blood being spilled over diamonds and PS2's
They don't care they throw their Golems in with the Pikachu's
You gotta be some type of idiot to believe the news
Heavily trained soldiers with no war,
No soil to defend no turf or home base
People still dying over beliefs and folklore
With closed doors that really only lead to no place
200 Miles to the gallon we got it
But major corporations bought up the licences and shelved the product
Lately the FBI has been in you basement
These are the symptoms of a type zero civilization
I'll do a song featuring the elusive Higgs Boson
Inside the Large Hardon Collider in case something goes wrong
Just give a call anywhere in the world I'll be there tomorrow
Weather your trying to smoke or you need me to brawl
Just don't think your going to do something like I'm new to the pavement
I put in work and smoke that budda like a rude boy Jamaican
I keep on telling you, letting you know how ruthless this game is
But you keep on insisting on being so stupid and famous
Rappers braggin loud how they smack hoes
But break down to tears when you tell them there's no heaven
Scientists out in the desert creating black holes
But on The Kardashev Scale their only a .7
Aliens would be stupid to visit us
Cause all we do is bicker fuss and fight over little stuff
Earth dying around us, and we to busy to give a fuck
We are the inhabitants of Terra Firma, this is us
Soldiers don't get the credit just Generals
Justice departments are just a corrupt as the criminals
Maybe if we were more direct instead of subliminal
The damages being caused to Hip Hop would be minimal
It's time to take it back
Yea - Track Name: As a Legend
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it really boils down to who loves the craft
if its cold in the real world, then passion is my jacket
i want to conjure silly mind breakin rhymes
that you cant express without the error notation sign
that’s what Greydon Square stands for
something you sacrifice not appealing to the dance floor
they told me that I can’t soar
yea, like a lion can’t roar
trying to cope the legendary status I planned for
chasing legends so I rap crazy
spittin crap that you would never expect of a mac baby
another 80’s crack baby claiming rap saved him
the whole package. Half Genius. Half crazy
Rap or hip hop what’s the difference?
they represent the craft with coonery and we’re sick of it
so we’re deliverin’
more cerebral rhymes
for modern medieval times
where justice is redefined
and governments feed us lies
is he your enemy? tell me when see his eyes
i’m on the case i’ll let you know when I reveal the guise
hip hop’s a building about to blow and i’m still inside
i’m the lump in your throat when you feel it rise
that why your voice belongs to them if isn’t yours
there’s more money in the treatments than there is in cures
i only have a short time in this silly world
that why i invest in my rhymes instead of silly girls
fuck a groupie
she could never understand me
this my movie that’s my name up on the damn screen
i put my heart, mind, body and soul in every project
This isn’t Greydon it’s the group home kid Eddie Collins
about to a make promise
and bout to state it honest
til the end to my fans i’ma pay you homage
and i’ll never exploit my music to make a profit
that’s like Andrew Jackson hanging out with Davie Crockett
that’s like tea baggers, and progressives socialising
it rarely happens
like gettin boards over Rodman
in the end, I want to be a hall of famer
who flew under the radar hardcore like Danny Granger
after all my lyrics they’ll rewrite laws of physics
while accumulated haters claim its all a gimmick
in 99 I received an email from myself
saying you can’t do this alone you gon’ need some help
but music comes first second everybody else
do it for the passion never do it for the wealth
and it was signed by a dude named Greydon Square
i was still Apocalypse consumed by anger and fear
so i didnt care
i just kept gang bangin’
doing the same thing nothing in life changing
compassion of the shelf
blaming everyone else
knock you out at the drop of a hat i needed help
i think i was in a search of self but in denial
the military the same shit a different pile
that’s a missionary relationship you on the bottom
while the killer instinct that they turn on they don’t turn off
You really want a ticking time bomb working your office
the socially awkward battle tested poetry author,
What’s funny as a legend I don’t even want the title,
i bet as chattel slaves we didn’t even want the bible
the best part of my career was performing with my idol
at a live show, no moment could ever be it’s rival
peruse my lyrics then speak them into the universe
before a black man remember that I was human first
a newer verse
for you to do with to sooth your nerves
while it’s the perfect companion music
when you use the herb
here’s the part we credit Carl Sagan
while master mathematicians listen to my music while they solve equations
...back at first they said I lacked the purpose
now they call me a legend, i feel like i haven’t earned it
…this is the power, the recognition that this is ours
give me an hour, i’m changing the way you think about it
cant be paranoid if everyone’s out to get me
if I got to be a legend i’m takin you guys with me
this is the next installment in my cosmos series
...symphony of science I got Boswell with me
you can find me hangin out where ever truth is lurking
in a universe made up of many universes
...Lucifer? Ignorance is the truer serpent
Hell you just fell for a newer version
chorus x2
when you started rappin you didn’t want to be great
you wanted cats walkin across town for cheesecake
me i’d rather rock for pete’s sake
the spot for dj’s
a live crowd or the freeway
This is hip hop. The art that oversees change
This is what we came to regain
true ascension for some they thought never could
Probably cuz they’ll gave it all up to chase legendhood - Track Name: Final Kata
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Embedded in a sea of dark matter
my thoughts scattered
up looking for odd patterns
I’ve been spewing verses
since Galileo was shattering “earth centered universe” world views of human servants
strong like molecular bond
i was in the Hadean aeon writing songs
...how you gonna diss or pretend to be my enemy
Critiquing evolution but don’t know biochemistry?
that's the great thing about science
if you don’t like the hypothesis your welcome to try and falsify it
token old men who were still using potions
thought Newton mind was broken he discovered motion
you value truth then proudly show it
its never about what we know, its how we know what we know it
… the lyrical sentence that murderers would face
like relativity describes the curvature of space is Grey
i am the knight the beat is the chessboard
so prepare your queen to get forked
let’s war
put me up against your best sword
you aint even that good, i heard you at best fourth
you seem them hills over there, head for
you still on gucci mane i’m studying red dwarfs
they talk to you dumb, you should expect more
while listening to us be upping your test scores
we teach you physics evolution and chemistry
they teach you to hate your fellow human with bigotry
we challenge lessons ask questions and scrutinize
they challenge questions mask lessons with stupid lies
how is it fair between you and I
even in a mental exercise you could die,
I’ve exceeded the upper and lower bounding limits of astounding digits,
using profoundly different algorithms
You could’ve came, you had the chance
You stayed and left me to traverse the vast expanse
the only spiritual I understand is study
the pursuit of knowledge is highest regardless if there’s a guy above me
you need to look up at the stars
and wonder how many species is looking up at ours
....from the moon to mars
...we gon’ be in charge of the lunar barge
where scientists are the superstars
Ape chatter shaped after great masters
16 bars made from 8 innate patterns
the late chapters of man escape raptures
afraid slackers and paid actors inflate matters
still pick up an eighth... same address
then it’s back to the lab to deal with the same madness
if i was the insane savage they portray me as
I’d steal the fastest spaceship and straight crash it, laughin!
