[Greydon Square]

You hand me a beat

I'll abuse it like Catholic priests

Do to children during the holiest of Vatican weeks

The sack of my beats ain't phat they enormous

They'll leave you brain gone off and lost like a pack of Mormons

You disrespect my clan you better run and hide

The same way Christians accept 'Intelligent Design'

If you push the truth aside then the ministers win

But if you so strong in your beliefs then answer me this

If the memories of a life's retained in the brain

And the brain dies inside it nothing remains

Wouldn't that mean

You would have absolutely and positively no recollection or account of previous things

When you die?

Angels and demons devils and Gods do not await you

Even if your own condition would not escape you'd

Sit up in church with fake faith and false hope

Get up burst Amen! And Praise God!

Jesus, he saves lives!

Molest your daughter and cheat on your wife at the same time

And claim I'm speakin' the devil and that I'm going to hell

And as far as hell speak of the devil

It's amazing how this God is ubiquitous omnipresent

Existent in every stitch of existence

But yet and still it's this place devoid of his presence of torment and sickness

You go forever for 80 years of sins you committed

That's ridiculous. And you know what makes it worse

Is the fact that nobody else seems to have an issue with it

Just blindly giving in to it, but me

But maybe I'm the crazy person maybe it's just me

I love sayin' there isn't a God

Or at least that the God in the bible isn't God

You may think it's odd

That I'm black and I don't swear by a God that every body recognizes as God

I'm tired of sayin' the word 'God'

It's self-defeating meaningless

Just a title, idle reverence for some lenience

And lenience for what?

Every single sin that we have in our arsenal he gave us to strut

And for what?

What kind of sense would it make?

To create a sinful creation that you judge from the gate

And then send your only son to prohibit the fate

That you ultimately responsible for

And in why the hell are we sayin' he

Cause if God had a sex than he wouldn't be

And maybe if he was God then he couldn't leave

His greatest creation alone in this time of need

And this is what I mean

We ignore the obvious in front of us

And 2000 years from now people gon' be makin' fun of us

If we last that long

If the Muslims don't kill the Christians

And the Christians don't kill the non-Christians 'cause they can't compete with the Muslims

Cause the Muslims cutting peoples' heads off chantin' in Arabic claimin' they love 'em

Declaring jihad on western Muslims

Takin' innocent lives for nothing

But maybe it isn't maybe it just seems

Maybe I'm the crazy person maybe it's just me

Maybe I'll just leave

And take my crazy belief system and just leave

Cause really it's just me

I'll say it once and never again

I'll never go back cause there thinkin' for yourself's a helluva sin

Us against them, I wonder who'd win

Cause all we really have to do is spit logic to get under their skin

That's why I'm "extian"