[Intro]

Wow

What a journey

Four albums

Global following

Still barely known locally

[Verse 1]

It really boils down to who loves the craft

If it's cold in the real world then passion is my jacket

I want to conjure silly mind breaking rhymes

That you can't 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 with the legendary status I planned for

Chasing legends so I rap crazy

Spitting 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 delivering

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 it 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's 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 Davy Crockett

That’s like tea baggers and progressives socializing

It rarely happens

Like getting boards over Rodman

In the end, I want to be a hall of famer

Who flew under the radar hardcore like Danny Granger

After my lyrics they’ll rewrite laws of physics

While accumulated haters claim it's all a gimmick

In 99 I received an email from myself

Saying you can’t do this alone you gonna 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 didn't care

I just kept gang bangin’

Doing the same thing nothing in life changing

Compassion on the shelf

Blaming everyone else

Knock you out at the drop of a hat I needed help

I think I was in a search for 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

While 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 (no)

…this is the power, the recognition that this is ours

Give me an hour, I’m changing the way you think about it

Can't be paranoid if everyone’s out to get me

If I got to be a legend I’m taking you guys with me

This is the next installment in my Cosmos series

...symphony of science I got Boswell with me (John)

You can find me hanging out where ever truth is lurking

In a universe made up of many universes

...Lucifer? Ignorance is the truer serpent

You just fell for a newer version

[Hook]

But when you started rapping 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 DJs

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 cause they’ll gave it all up to chase legendhood

When you started rapping 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 DJs

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 cause they’ll gave it all up to chase legendhood