(Intro):

Hey, I need you to proofread this for me

Tell me if it's alright

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 lifting' the curse from my knees, where it hurts

Like a squat during the last set when the muscles all burn

Nothing 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: "Greydon, can't you talk about something else?"

But when I did songs about other things, it didn't help

You never heard of Greydon 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

'Til 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 the jack to grace the sky

On third base I'm trying to take home if the outfielder takes the fly

I'm Greydon Square, I'm way ahead a' ya

These other rappers rhyme repetitive

I'm Kirk Franklin's quantum negative

I don't believe in your god because there's no evidence

But these theists actually believe their own rhetoric

Making songs, there's like six rappers that I'm taking on

The new fad: attack the atheist rappers the break is on

They knew we gonna keep rapping 'til the break of dawn

Me, Proclaim, Syqnys, Jayez Dallas and Mr. Gawn, P Funk and Reggie Von

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, walking Stephen Hawking, black Carl Sagan

The logistical native host of atheist nation

Giving atheist the safest of havens

While at the same time

Fighting irrationality with Brian Sapient

Within my music, and I'm taping it

So who else can say their taking this fight where I'm taking it?

Unwelcome in the bible belt; they say they gon' kill me

I'm a threat, the new Hewie Newton, you 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 tryna spread truth;

These other rappers are trying to catch females and stack bills

I'm a welcome change in the industry

But all the sacrilegious rabble-rousing

Has made me a few enemies

If hell existed, I'd probably be going

But since it doesn't I'ma keep on rolling like neighborhood nineties

These rappers spit for the club to get a quicker buck

Praying to the same Jesus Christ Adolf Hitler was

Christianity was a great idea

But it was poorly executed if neo-nazis can use it

Lets call it what it was; attempted genocide

Seeing your enemies faces, but through religious eyes

Now my own people starting to hate me

Because I showed how they wouldn't believe in this god if it wasn't for slavery

It would probably be Colombo or ra, [?] or niamie a ma

It's Greydon

Your friendly neighborhood heathen

Serving these theists rationality and reason

This is the Compton effect

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He doesn't believe in what we believe in we can make him

And we gonna do whatever it takes to break him

And if he doesn't break then we have to slay him

While asking our invisible friend: please save him

(Greydon)

A, is it straight?

Aight run it back