Gripp - Claim to Truth lyrics

[Verse 1: Gripp] Aw, I've heard it all, every argument and every reason Every appeal to ignorance and every special pleading, Every postmodern distortion of how truth is defined Like we're all Neo in the Matrix bending spoons with our mind Like God just reaches down and changes rules all the time That stupidity is truly sublime. Since when can they decide To just shift the burden of proof to the side And then say that we should prove it's a lie? Homie, please stop We need not look further than Russell's teapot Or Occam's razor to give it a clean chop At best it's unnecessary; at worst it's a plague We're well-versed in your ways. Pull back the curtain of hate They're moralizing from distorted lies, an ancient con mentality 'Cos every religion is making statements on reality And we can't ignore it It's bullsh**, man, and we're sick of standing for it [Hook: Gripp] I don't wanna hear your talking points I don't wanna hear no excuse 'Cos you can't use that tripe If you're making a claim to truth If you gon' do it, do it right, man Otherwise, what's the use? 'Cos you can't use that tripe If you're making a claim to truth [Verse 2: Gripp] Listen, make no mistake: evolution is the truth And there is no escape. I thought this ended at the Dover case I should have known they're fake. They don't debate All they do is b**h and moan when it don't go their way. It's overplayed Now they don't know what to do with me 'cos I don't fool with these arguments from incredulity 'Cos if they knew at least a bit about what they presume to debate They'd know their arguments are useless to say 'Cos they use their faith and stupid rules they break to fuel their hate I'll throw these Looney Tunes into their grave. I never sleep; I'm too awake The Earth is magical, ya'll And it's okay that it was shaped that way through natural law It's okay! You don't need a god to guide you. You're fine You've just got to decide you're responsible, a logical mind And don't trust me 'cos I've got the cleverest schemes; Go do the research and follow it where the evidence leads [Hook: Gripp] [Verse 3: Gripp] So fresh, so fresh. Who wants to go next? Don't rest. I'm the monster from under the Pope's bed Gripp. I've got your rabbi's peyos in a twist Ridiculous. I will skewer them with rotisserie spits And cook 'em over the Book of Mormon, charred and in flames It's largely the same as the m**m martyrs in planes As they complain and push another cartoon artist to cave And American networks raffle our honor away And all of those cult leaders are a lot of abusive cowards Like Scientology heads promising superpowers I could stick and move for hours 'til they make improvements Or die and donate their thetans to a reincarnated Buddhist Look how I do this. If you say you've got the truth it's Probably better if you could present some proof. sh**! Your arm's too short to box, especially with us So you step in the ring of science, expect to leave concussed Mother-f**er... [Hook: Gripp]