C Gats - The Grand Cypher lyrics

[Intro: Greydon Square] Yeah, progeny of the ancient so authentic grand unified theory Dr. Feynman spark the lecture! [Sample: Richard Feynman] It's no use arguing. I can't argue it I'm just trying to tell ya of why the scientific views that I have do have some effect If you have all these theories of the different religions of all different theories about the thing... Question, how do you find out if something's true? Then you begin to wonder. Once you start doubting just like you're supposed to doubt You ask me is the science true? You say no no we don't know if it's true [Verse 1: Greydon Square] Yo, listen dude I got flow that you couldn't measure with a pitot tube Or a centrifuge Interviews? I discuss all but hip hop A trip to legendhood we could all make a pit stop Fools miss it these quantum concepts are dualistic The vast of Omni is too terrific You think you coming tight I'm into civilizations beyond number types Puffin' the summer night Studyin' somethin' like the primary function of light Bust on the mics, some stuff that they want you to bite I ever stop, padded cell and belts And if I need a God I'll ask myself for help (yeah) Prayers to my larger ego You couldn't process the layers in my art Cathedral You are hardly equal... Master rhymer, pattern finder Pa** the grinder, or find your name in the a**a**in's binder Johnny [Verse 2: Johnny Hoax] Unh in the basement rap For the ones that hate the blatant capitalist creation That's sacred we want to take it back We've been living below the ground and speaking in code No you can't please us just because your visas are gold We flow and blow smoke physically You blow it metaphorically Allegorically your style is stories, not our priority I go forward with warriors in my corner that's glorious So these are the bars to bring the addicts back to euphorias you feel it? Come check the balances accountants No boundaries when you aiming for outer limits In alternate realities This is the intellect to split fact from fiction To put past convictions in the trash, the bad religion We are the cast and characters you oughta get to know Lifers in the cypher, fire every episode Meanwhile, on the other side of the spectrum I suspect your quackery is unchecked What comes next is never known [Verse 3: Indefinite] I write orders between loose leaf border lines On the mic they're immortalized, grow fortified At the speed of light pa**ing border signs Now a polished product before was a drawing board design Spell intelligence with a capital i Utilize computing power in the back of my eyes Petabytes put to use within the night time To sensory overload any adversaries with light spines Plastered on trap beats bragging about light crimes While I'm spitting across distance measured in light time Nothing's changed still representing the G U From where I stand Most of the genre's artists are see-through But ad hominem's a product of the basis mind Far more interested in matters regarding space and time I'll be Grand Unified 'til the day I die Scribe fire rhymes and make both sides of my mind collide [Verse 4: MC Brooks] I groove on this beat move smooth as a criminal Cruise through loose leaf two sheets all original Rhyme scheme make the time freeze Like the white rabbit in Wonderland You're undermanned against the mic grabbing Master Roshi[?] With a ma**ive rollie and his double cup of something Tryin' to match the homie in his double Dutch I'm in the zone like Sonic special stages with the emeralds Tryin' to reach the pinnacle with dope lyricals That'll pa** the tests of time like old spirituals And that sh** you spit is so pitiful Let it go, just to go, metal record flow Professional tone with the microphone You better know Set in stone, my name is cause I work a metronome Like a normal type All I do is hold the mic and Never pa** it It's a cla**ic from rap kids Who feed on these beats like fat kids [Verse 5: Lioness Saxa] Unified We keep it in rotation (yeah) Fire to the bowls over Maxwell's Equations Catch the phrasing, natural blazing Congratulations, your whole career is a fashion statement Yeah, Saxa smooth on the track School with the facts, teach these fools how to act Cla**ical, hit 'em with the field theory Read it again, and you might see it real clearly You should fear me, look at how you buggin' Comin' at me sideways, a child's mind you stuck in (stuck in) ...Before you bring it to me, know that some of us aren't impressed by the way that you think ...Blunt rollin', mind forever growin' Stomping out ignorance every time we put the flow in... Motion measured by the observer Bra** get lost in this trauma tree love mergers [Verse 6: C-Gats] The enlightened clan is back With lyrically scalp back illities[?] Tracks are quantum leap Through you writing these lame amateur raps Damage the wack acts He's true to his craft And I ain't in it for the fame I'm just shooting the facts Back at the world they should be giving out vests I got a clip of cop k**ers if they did That'll spit at your chest And if you think I'm on some thug tip (huh?) You're poor listeners My metaphors are deep, y'all sleeping I'm on ritalin k**in' No filler gorilla peel a banana theories got me weary So if knowledge is a weapon better fear me Imperial war vessels Would appear where the sea meets Run up on your beach with a squadron Clear your weak fleet [Verse 7: Eville] I'm a complete ba*tard, see me on beats bragging But I leave emcees, feets tagged up in meat wagons Teeth chattering decreases and heat atmos-phere Is bleak but I'm steep in the 'lite fabric (yeah) s**erproof Grey's puffin' on the Indo Watching me dismantle you with muzzles on my pencil Enough of being gentle, books stuffin' me with info Come at me with the insults And I'm huntin' through my steno For [?] I'll leave your draw drop until your chin's broke You're softer than a tiptoe, old-school when I flip flows Your kinfolk, start the tape recorders and get in close So simple when they pitch a phrase Simpler to picture pages boring That exchange is fallen when my nickel laid So if it pays you're in chains you're a mental slave But Grand Authentic is a sprint and we just win the race It's against the laws of physics that you get away [Outro: Lawrence Krauss] A interpretation of what these equations mean How they apply to the world That uh at first was regarded as very farfetched but I think has more and more Caught the allegiance of the physics community is something called the many worlds interpretation Which says that, yes, reality does contain all those possibilities but when you make a measurement You find out which world you're in. So the wave function contains many many worlds but when you make a measurement you discover which world you're in and then there's no going back to other ones