Most clever/astonishing hip-hop lines

[TithonusSyndrome]

Alright, enough with all the metal/rock threads in here. I'd like some of you to share the lines from a hip-hop track that you found the most impressive in terms of unique subject material, flow, etc, whatever floats your boat.

I'm going to start the bidding with a cut from DJ Format feat. Abdominal:

You'll lose the sport, can't you see the predicament?
Nurse, gauze, and lots of ligaments

Victim sent courtesy of a friendly neighbourhood Abdominal
Doing his best to fill the hospitals

They say he's some sort of musical vigilante
On a one-man crusade to do away with anything even remotely wack, he rips the lips off of rappers and frees the tracks.

You really need to check the track in order to appreciate his flow, which is sick. Better still is him and Format teaming up with D-Sisive for "3 Ft. Deep" which has gems like:

Abdominal flipping the intricate like asian origami, behind me a wake of devastation like a course of tsunamis and swarming armies couldn’t force me from my chosen path,
A juggernaut with the microphone in his grasp.

And better still, an unspecified third party gawking over their skills:

“Y’all cats rap fast, I cant grasp that, all them big words I done thought I misheard,
Then I rewind y’all words a second time, abs, d-sisive, format, sorry boys but you're crap.”

OK, so I've really been digging abs lately. What're some of your faves?

[JointStrikeFighter]

Respect to the man in the ice cream van.

[TithonusSyndrome]

........

Does nobody in this forum like hip-hop? Come on, Plehkanov, I know you do.

[salm]

She got wild in the backstage bathroom,
Sucked my dick like a muthafuckin' vacuum,
Said 'i love you, but my daddy don't play,
He's the fuckin' grand wizard of the kkk.'

[Darth Wong]

I'm going to start the bidding with a cut from DJ Format feat. Abdominal:

You'll lose the sport, can't you see the predicament?
Nurse, gauze, and lots of ligaments

Victim sent courtesy of a friendly neighbourhood Abdominal
Doing his best to fill the hospitals

They say he's some sort of musical vigilante
On a one-man crusade to do away with anything even remotely wack, he rips the lips off of rappers and frees the tracks.

Abdominal flipping the intricate like asian origami, behind me a wake of devastation like a course of tsunamis and swarming armies couldn’t force me from my chosen path,
A juggernaut with the microphone in his grasp.

“Y’all cats rap fast, I cant grasp that, all them big words I done thought I misheard,
Then I rewind y’all words a second time, abs, d-sisive, format, sorry boys but you're crap.”

Is this really what passes for "clever" and "astonishing" in the world of hip-hop? They all seem like nothing more than different ways to say "I'm a bad ass". Surely there must be someone in this whole field of music with something intelligent to say.

[Hawkwings]

When I read the thread title I was thinking "OK, what's the most 'astonishing' in the form of crude or offensive remarks?"

[TithonusSyndrome]

I'm going to start the bidding with a cut from DJ Format feat. Abdominal:

You'll lose the sport, can't you see the predicament?
Nurse, gauze, and lots of ligaments

Victim sent courtesy of a friendly neighbourhood Abdominal
Doing his best to fill the hospitals

They say he's some sort of musical vigilante
On a one-man crusade to do away with anything even remotely wack, he rips the lips off of rappers and frees the tracks.

Abdominal flipping the intricate like asian origami, behind me a wake of devastation like a course of tsunamis and swarming armies couldn’t force me from my chosen path,
A juggernaut with the microphone in his grasp.

“Y’all cats rap fast, I cant grasp that, all them big words I done thought I misheard,
Then I rewind y’all words a second time, abs, d-sisive, format, sorry boys but you're crap.”

Is this really what passes for "clever" and "astonishing" in the world of hip-hop? They all seem like nothing more than different ways to say "I'm a bad ass".

Yeah, certainly. That aspect of the genre is all in good fun, finding new and more inventive (and hopefully tongue in cheek) ways of saying just that. There's certainly more to it than that, but it's like how the blues is all about taking five simple notes and finding personal, idiosyncratic ways of phrasing and interpreting them in this respect.

Surely there must be someone in this whole field of music with something intelligent to say.

Certainly. Depends on what you'd be looking for, specifically; political commentary or more personal themes?

[Darth Wong]

Certainly. Depends on what you'd be looking for, specifically; political commentary or more personal themes?

Social commentary. Political commentary in music tends to be way too heavy handed for my tastes, not to mention being stuck in a particular era.

[TithonusSyndrome]

Certainly. Depends on what you'd be looking for, specifically; political commentary or more personal themes?

Social commentary. Political commentary in music tends to be way too heavy handed for my tastes, not to mention being stuck in a particular era.

I'm glad you said so, because that option crossed my mind after I had posted and it's probably where the genre and it's format excels. I'll throw three irons in the fire here and see which come out hottest; please try and ignore some of the videos and retarded commentators and the usual Youtube limitations.

Aesop Rock - Basic Cable

The strange hermit from Brooklyn's top-notch Definitive Jux label, Aesop Rock is some kind of clinical depression sufferer whose eye for the finest details of Brooklyn life and surreal Dali-like stream of consciousness lyrics made him stand out from an already outstanding roster of artists. His favorite lyrical theme to touch on by far is probably that of wage slaves and the shitty prospects faced by the working class and how much of it is self-imposed.

D'mite - Grown-Ass Man

"D'mite," born Bomani Armah in Maryland, is entirely self-released and prefers to distance himself from any kind of posses, crews, etc. no matter how benign or assembled for purely musical intentions. His biggest claim to fame is releasing a video for a song he did for BET, a parody of the southern "crunk" style of hip-hop popular on music television calling on members of the black community to "read a book, read a book, read a mo'fuckin' book," and other sound advice for the black community which is priceless and can't be missed.

Greydon Square - The Compton Effect

Greydon Square, born Eddie Collins, is an Arizona physics student and outspoken anti-religious crusader who would probably fit right in on this board. Born an orphan in the ghettos of Compton, drafted without choice into gang warfare and then serving a term in Iraq, Collins eventually found purpose and calm when he began looking into works on religious criticism in his own limited capacity, driving away his girlfriend and alienating many others but finding something much better on his own. Penn Jillette, Sam Harris and Richard Dawkins have taken notice of him, for what that's worth, and since establishing himself as the foremost voice of hip-hop atheism in the past year he has played venues as diverse as atheist gatherings, universities and was even delivered to Toronto by a Canadian skeptics group and the CBC for performances. I have him on my Facebook and talk to him intermittently, but I still objectively think that he is a force to be reckoned with whose day in the sun is only a matter of time.

After all, how many rappers have feuded not with gangbangers and thugs, but with none other than Kent Hovind himself?

[Darth Wong]

I don't really have the patience to listen to rap songs over and over until I can figure out all of their lyrics. Aren't they printed somewhere?

[Haruko]

I don't really have the patience to listen to rap songs over and over until I can figure out all of their lyrics. Aren't they printed somewhere?

Well, I don't know about "most clever/astonishing hip-hop lines", but just a few examples that had some meaning for me:

From "Intruder Alert", performed by Lupe Fiasco:

She said there was no love in her heart,
Cause one day a rapist attacked her and broke that all apart,
She said there was no way to fix it or to cover her scars,
Then one day a guy came along and probably could help her start,
He was sincere, made her believe it was safe for her to trust again,
Before long she was cool with giving hugs to him,
Knew that it was right, cause something was wrong,
The alarms in her mind didn't tell her he didn't belong,
There was no,

Intruder, [x4]
Alert [x4]

He said nobody else ever loved him,
That's why he'd get high enough to go touch the heavens above him,
Vividly remembers every pipe, every needle that stuck him,
Every alley he ever slept in, every purse that he snuck in,
Every level of hell he's been to and the one that he's stuck in,
The one he can't escape, even though it's of his own construction,
Maybe you can relate, maybe you're one of those that just doesn't,
Maybe he doesn't care, loves to allow these demons to come in with no,

Intruder, [x4]
Alert [x4]

Famine striking his home, landing no social standing,
In the econmic pecking order of emergency relief distribution systems,
Is in disorder, he's checking water, making sure it's safe enough for his daughter,
To float across in the boat he built, hopefully strong enough to support her,
Praying border patrols don't catch her and process and deport her,
Before she reach the shore of the land of the free, where they feed you,
Treat you like equals, decieve you, stamp you and call you illegal,
and there's an,

Intruder, [x4]
Alert [x4]

Just wanted to comment on the lyrics I emphasized: I like the sudden segue into irony.

Excerpted from "Little Weapon", also performed by Lupe Fiasco:

I killed another man today
Shot him in his back as he ran away
Then I blew up his hut with a hand grenade
Cut his wife's throat as she put her hands to pray
Just five more dogs then we can get a soccerball
That's what my commander say
How old? Well im like 10, 11
Been fightin' since I was like 6, or 7
Now I don't know much about where I'm from
But I know I strike fear everywhere I come
Government want me dead so I wear my gun
I really want the rocket launcher but I'm still too young
This candy give me courage not to fear no one
To feel no pain and hear no tongue
So I hear no screams and I shed no tear
If I'm in your dreams, then your end is near

Little Weapon, Little Weapon, Little Weapon, We're calling you
There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you
We'll find you something small to use
Little Weapon, Little Weapon, Little Weapon, We need you now

Now here comes the march of the boy brigade
A macabre parade of the toys he made
Of shemaghs and shades who look half his age
About half the size of the flags they wave
And camouflage suits made to fit youths
'Cause the ones off the dead soldiers hang a little loose
With AK-47's that they shootin' into heaven
Like they tryin' to kill the Jetsons
The struggle's little recruits
Cute, smile-less, heartless, violent
Childhood destroyed, devoid of all childish
Ways, can't write they own names
Or read the words that's on they own graves
Think you gangsta, popped a few rounds?
The kids'll come through and murder a whole town
Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down
The grave gets deeper the further we go down

I think that what really makes these lyrics meaningful to me is that, after reading books like Ishmael Beah's A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier, I was introduced in the words of the authors of a reality for many young boys in some of the less developed countries in which the lyrics above are not just lyrics, but a description of their world.

Anyways, I'm also brought to mind of a rapper with the professional name "Immortal Technique". Here's the lyrics from his song "The 4th Branch":

[Talking]
The new age is upon us
And yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave
For those who hide behind the false image of the son of man
shall stand before God!!! It has begun
The beginning of the end
Yeah..
Yeah... yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish
A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist
Forgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual bond
And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran
They bombed innocent people, tryin' to murder Saddam
When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran
This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings
Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings
I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish
The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ
You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white
Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy
Conservative political right wing, ideology
Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation
Got my back to the wall, cause I'm facin' assassination
Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration
How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave?
Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the slaves
Corporate America, dancin' offbeat to the rhythm
You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism?
Human rights violations, we continue the saga
El Savador and the contras in Nicaragua
And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison
Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism

[Hook]
It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle
A bandana full of glittering, generality
Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?
Read about the history of the place that we live in
And stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children

[Verse 2]
Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the Arabs
Broken apart like a woman's heart, abused in a marriage
The brink of holy war, bottled up, like a miscarriage
Embedded correspondents don't tell the source of the tension
And they refuse to even mention, European intervention
Or the massacres in Jenin, the innocent screams
U.S. manufactured missles, and M-16's
Weapon contracts and corrupted American dreams
Media censorship, blocking out the video screens
A continent of oil kingdoms, bought for a bargain
Democracy is just a word, when the people are starvin'
The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reason
A desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezin'
And the world doesn't believe that you fightin' for freedom
Cause you fucked the Middle East, and gave birth to a demon
It's open season with the CIA, bugging my crib
Trapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kid
Where nobody gives a fuck whether you die or you live
I'm tryin' to give the truth, and I know the price is my life
But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal Technique
Who beheaded the President, and the princes and sheiks
You don't give a fuck about us, I can see through your facade
Like a fallen angel standing in the presence of God
Bitch niggaz scared of the truth, when it looks at you hard

[Hook]
It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view in the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle
A bandana full of glittering, generality
Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?
Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you
While you hanging your flag out your project window

[Talking]
Yeah..
The fourth branch of the government AKA the media
Seems to now have a retirement plan for ex-military officials
As if their opinion was at all unbiased
A machine shouldn't speak for men
So shut the fuck up you mindless drone!
And you know it's serious
When these same media outfits are spending millions of dollars on a PR campaign
To try to convince you they're fair and balanced
When they're some of the most ignorant, and racist people
Giving that type of mentality a safe haven
We act like we share in the spoils of war that they do
We die in wars, we don't get the contracts to make money off 'em afterwards!
We don't get weapons contracts, nigga!
We don't get cheap labor for our companies, nigga!
We are cheap labor, nigga!
Turn off the news and read, nigga!
Read... read... read...

"Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism" I really liked that line.

[Ford Prefect]

Is this really what passes for "clever" and "astonishing" in the world of hip-hop? They all seem like nothing more than different ways to say "I'm a bad ass". Surely there must be someone in this whole field of music with something intelligent to say.

Any goddamn day of the week, I would take a song about how much of an iron-hard death god the average hip hop artist is over a song about how motherfucking rich they are. I have extraordinarily massive problems with hip hop that I won't detail here simply to save you all from a frothing rant.

It says something when absolute drivel like 'The Way I Are' is an absolute fucking triumph for hip hop.

Quite frankly, the only redeeming thing in all of hip hop has been the use of Lupin the Third in one song, the name and artist of which totally escapes me.

[Shroom Man 777]

It says something when absolute drivel like 'The Way I Are' is an absolute fucking triumph for hip hop.

The Way I Am by Eminem, in which he bitches about how he's so fucking rich and famous and everyone recognizes him?

I used to be an Eminem fan

[Ford Prefect]

The Way I Am by Eminem, in which he bitches about how he's so fucking rich and famous and everyone recognizes him?

No, the more recent Timbaland song, which is about a girl accepting a guy despite him having no money, no radical car, basically none of the trappings of being a super rich badboy hip hop star. I first heard song more or less right after listening to the 'song' Grillz, which is basically Nelly us about how he got a girl to suck his cock because of his diamond studded mouthguard. That was some serious juxtaposition.

I used to be an Eminem fan

I was never really an Eminem fan, though a couple of my friends were. They were rather specific when it came to which songs though.

[DarthShady]

It says something when absolute drivel like 'The Way I Are' is an absolute fucking triumph for hip hop.

The Way I Am by Eminem, in which he bitches about how he's so fucking rich and famous and everyone recognizes him?

I used to be an Eminem fan

I used to be a huge Eminem fan. I practically learned my first English words by listening to his songs and trying to figure out what they mean.

I still listen to some of his songs.

Edit:

This is still one of my favourite songs.

[Intro:]
sometimes you just feel tired. You feel weak. And when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up. But you gotta search within you, try ta find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you, and get that motivation to not give up, and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.



[Verse #1:]
Till I collapse I’m spilling these raps, long as you feel 'em
Till the day that I drop you’ll never say that I’m not killing them
Cause when I am not then I am stop pennin them
And I am not hip-hop and I’m just not Eminem.
Subliminal thoughts, when I’ma stop sending them. Women are caught in webs, spin em and hoch venom .
Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Amoxacilin's just not real enough.
The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling, minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners.
Your coming with me, feel it or not, you’re gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us.
You hear it a lot, lyrics that shock. Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzing up?
Fo' shizzle my wizzle this is the plot, listen up... You bizzles forgot slizzle does not give a fuck!.

[Chorus - NateDogg]
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, cant shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
Ima rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
Ima rip this shit till my bone collapse.


[Verse #2:]
Music is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get when you real
and you spit and people are feeling your shit.
This is your moment and every single minute you spittin tryin to hold on to it cause you may never get it again.
So while you’re in it try to get as much shit as you can
and when your run is over just admit when its at its end.
Cause I’m at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in.
I got a list here’s the order of my list that it’s in
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from Outkast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me. But in this industry I’m the cause of a lot of envy
so when I’m not put on this list the shit does not offend me.
That’s why you see me walk around like nothing’s bothering me.
Even though half you people got a fuckin problem with me.
You hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.

[Chorus - NateDogg]

[Verse #3:]
Soon as a verse starts I eat at MC’s heart
what is he thinking, how not to go against me? smart
And it's absurd, how people hang on every word.
I’ll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I’ll never be served my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first.
Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse.
That’s why I’m clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I’m a addict
I rap like I’m addicted to smack like I’m Kim Mathers.
But I don’t want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers.
So this is like a full blown attack I’m launching at them
The track is on some battle, and raps who wants some static
Cause I don’t really think that the fact that I’m Slim Mathers
A plaque and platinum status is whack if I’m not the badest.

[Chorus - NateDogg]

[Outro:]
[Eminem & Natedogg Echo:]
Until the roof (until the roof)
The roof comes off (the roof comes off)
Until my legs (until my legs)
give out from underneath me

[Eminem:]
I will not fall,
I will stand tall,
Feels like no one could beat me.

[TithonusSyndrome]

I don't really have the patience to listen to rap songs over and over until I can figure out all of their lyrics. Aren't they printed somewhere?

Not a lot of rappers publish their own lyrics, half of the fun is supposed to be keeping up with them as they rip out line after line and following it all and taking it in. Having said that, you don't need to listen to it "over and over" in order to appreciate that they've got some good things going - after all, even in pop and rock songs there are bound to be misheard or unclear lyrics, but it doesn't detract from the music. I found two for you, but the D'mite one will have to be counted as lost.

Some of the rhyme schemes are lost unless you hear the song, but nothing that would ruin any effort to appreciate the lyrics.

Basic Cable, by Aesop Rock

Television; all hail grand pixelated god of
fantasy, murder-scape, and bent perspective.
Fuck a sore channel changed digit,
I sit with a nasty network intravenous plan,
with a stable diet of my cable pirate.
Yo, the doctor is in, the doctor is on,
born the bastard son of static radiance cloned to welcome in every home.
Let a blue screen, bruised dream canopy
victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team.
Ooh, I love all advertisements
though accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute
spoon-fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad.
Please take me, please calm me, please make me a zombie
please I want to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic profit
Now, twenty-first century plagued
dispersed to wide-eyed glamour addict patients
telecast patrons
Blue be the propaganda banners, well, sure I'll be a Marine
with a clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream.
And I abide, great idiot box power-supply, fuzz vapor,
blackout of New York. Hey honey, get the generator,
I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin', ancient electric secret
never sleepin' to miss the AM oasis
my name is a wired heart, sloppy obligation
turn my stilt into my guilt and have a chatter-box blame-frame adjacent station
Make reality scrambled and suck the life out of a hidden vandal
and loving every minute of the gimmick, change the channel.

Plug it in, turn it on, prop me up against the couch
lights out, I ain't ever gonna have to leave my house
satellite dish, get up on my wish list, turn me to a tyrant
let my clean spirit dissolve through the appliance.

Plug it in, turn it on, be my mother when she's gone. Great,
wipe the spittle off my chinny-chin during the breaks.
If I gotta go blind I'mma do it for the love of all television kind
and that's fine, and that's fine...

Make me a star, I wanna touch gold,
hold me suspended in a dream, meerly inches from the screen
Deleted passions sacrificed to one electron monster
Crucify my little future to the monitor.
Damn it feels good: turn on, tune in
zoom in to hug the bug up in your family function.
"But the children seem to love it.."
Yeah, smother me in wild discovery
and herd the static flock to where I sleep
by the glow of that magic box. Big speaker,
stereo mastered, often kill the freak-seekers, eyes spiraling,
tangled in the star-spangled wiring.
I can turn from toxicated visuals
and all the kings horses abort the loyalty to royalty,
fuck the fortress.
Riddle me with glee, hoist the end-all telepromt above my sleeping head
I'll be dead by morning anyway.
Color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets
to feel the magnetic seal. Picket censorship,
I want commercials twenty four-seven,
I wanna shop from my bed and set an
example for all my overworked, underpaid brethren.
I bond with a sick string of correspondent
and lurking circuitry circus
with allegiance pledged beyond the glass surface.
Adamant students within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts,
channel zero addicts, immaculate.
It goes: big screen, little screen, any screen'll do
just let me hold the controller and I won't have to murder you.

Plug it in, turn it on, let my little eyes glaze,
twenty screens lined up along the borders of the maze.
I wanna see the five-day forecast fourteen days in advance
so I can get my two weeks notice every time the sun dance.


Plug it in, turn it on, silent fix better than nothing,
let a once divine soul feel the functions of the hypnotist,
the viciousness, ridiculous, piquing a dummy's interest.
Touch the power button meet your maker, ain't that something?

Plug it in, turn it on, say goodbye to Sunday afternoon,
fix the antenna, sit back and let disaster bloom
It's a beautiful sight, with a most ugly intention
but I taste it everyday and bathe inside the consequences.

Plug it in, turn it on, never once have you talked back to me
your majesty, I love you, I despise you.
My everyday is sitcom, soaps, news, bad dramatization
come along with me, my friend for the most glorious sensation..

The Compton Effect, by Greydon Square


My life is like my music, it hits you where it hurts
For what it's worth, this is more than just flippin' a verse
This me liftin' the curse from my knees, where it hurts
Like a squat during the last set when the muscles all burn

Nothin' concerns me more
Than selling myself out just to earn me more
And there ain't no tellin' what that money would burn me for
Tryin' to convince me independence would turn me poor
Tryin' to turn me core

I'm turnin' down record deals, a deal wouldn't even help
Anything a label can do I can do for myself
People say, "Graydon, can't you talk about something else?"
But when I did songs about other things, it didn't help

You never heard of Graydon Square before I came out with Extian
Or educated you on Molotov with a lesson
Nobody cared before when I was talking in circles
You all wanted Rudy music, radio, and club songs

Selling drugs and love songs
How can I appreciate today's music? The love's gone.
But this atheism caught on, didn't it?
All I did was put it in music, kicked the truth in my lyrics

And I never abused it
Cause I never was stupid enough to overdo it
'Till the message was useless
Setup the booth with delivery and some courage
Even if was nervous I would go and spit with a purpose
I knew the stakes were high,
that they would come with the king,
I knew my ace was high, higher than the queen or jack, to grace the sky
on third base as I'm try'n to take home if the outfielder takes the fly.

I'm Greydon Square, I 'm way ahead of ya
These other rappers rhyme repetitive
I'm Kirk Franklin's quantum negative
I don't believe in your God 'cause there's no evidence
but these theists actually believe their own rhetoric
making songs, it's like six rappers that I'm taking on
the new fad, attack the atheist rappers, the break is on!
they know we gonna keep rappin' til' the break of dawn
me, Pro-Claim, Siqness, Jayz-Dallas and Mr. GAWN
P-Funk and Reggie Vawn, and for the record, I'm still Rational Response

if you want to take it there, we can take it there,
I'm not hard to find, you can Google Greydon Square
it is what it is, the walking Stephen Hawking, the black Carl Sagan,
the logistical natural host of Atheist Nation, giving atheists the safest of havens,
while at the same fighting irrationality with Brian Sapient
within my music and I'm tapin' it, so who else can say that they're takin' this fight where I'm takin' it,

I'm unwelcome in the Bible Belt, they say they're gonna kill me,
I'm a threat, the new Hewie Newton ya feel me?
I give a damn about money, even less about fame,
ever since I became an atheist everything changed and that's real,
while I'm trying to spread truth these other rappers are trying to catch females and stack bills,

I'm a welcome shame in the industry,
but all the sacrilegious rabblerousing has made me a few enemies,
If Hell existed, I'd probably be goin',
but since it doesn't we gonna keep on rollin'
like neighborhood nineties
these other rappers spit for the club to get a quicker buzz,
praying to the same Jesus Christ Adolf Hitler was,

Christianity was a great idea but it was poorly executed if neo-Nazis could use it,
let's call it what it was, attempted genocide,
seeing your enemies' faces but through religious eyes,
now my own people startin' to hate me,
cause I showed that they wouldn't believe in this God if it wasn't for slavery
it would probably be Kalumbah (?) or Ra, (insert a lot of tribal African deities I have no clue how to spell - TS) or Mua,
It's Greydon, your friendly neighborhood heathen,
serving these theists rationality and reason,
this is the Compton Effect!

(chorus repeat 3x)
He don't believe in what we believe in, we're gonna make him,
and we'll do whatever it takes to break him,
and if he doesn't break then we'll have to slay him
while asking our invisible friend PLEEEEEASE SAVE HIM!