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2013 Atheist Dreadnought (Lady Assassin, Syqnys, Greydon Square, Tombstone da Deadman, Johnny Hoax, Gripp, & Task Rok)

Lady Assassin 
That’s right toss your bible, you won’t need it for survival/ 
We’re the heathens kickin reason for the pagans standing idle/ 
Propaganda shit is viral, idiotic suicidal/ 
So I guess we gotta come and wipe this shit out like a tidal/ 
No bridal, I fuck cause I can/ 
I refuse to take orders from invisible men/ 
Oh you say being gay wasn’t part of his plan?/ 
Then why the fuck he give little girls the parts of a man?/ 
(I’m just saying) 

Syqnys 
So you don’t girls that’s alright you’re gay 
but you don’t like men, alright ok 
so you join the priesthood kinda hide away 
they find you with lil chucky watching child’s play 
it’s ya boy Syqnys, you know i’m as sick as 
Christopher Hitchens’ esophagus is 
I mean was 
that’s not a diss to hitch 
you got it twisted if you thinkin that’s what this is 
this is a vicious and a little malicious 
diss to religious ignorance so get this 
jehovah’s witness and his holy scriptures 
off my off my porch before I go and roast this witless 
kid and mormon missionaries 
cork it with ya 
little Joseph Smith and his little bogus visions 
yeah coke’s delicious 
it’s a hell of a drug 
Now tell your wife to put the soap to dishes 
and sow my britches 
come on man Michael Vick didn’t even have this many dopey bitches 
i hope you get this 
there’s no forgiveness 
for the pope he gives his 
cardinals permission 
to grope some kids man 
it’s so seditious 
but i hope the pope goes to the pokey with his little silly hat 
can an atheist really rap 
can atheist people actually really be feeling that 
can a hillbilly eat a philly that’s filled with cats? huh? 
did that make more sense than your silly ass 
they say the world was created in seven days 
thats a weak story, get it a week story 
c’mon Grey, can’t you be stoppin the beat for me 
every time I say something dope 
Grey: “here sorry” 
they say there’s no atheists in foxholes 
they must have never heard of Greydon in the Army 

Greydon Square 
Please pardon the A.D. part three 
artsy emcee solving equations in Farsi 
to bob marley’s catalogue 
the world never ended you had it wrong 
kids of the 5th babylon 
sending you and your cattle on 
mastodon stomp every single track i’m on 
i have the form, to destroy any rapper who face me 
you hate me and its war? Fine go get the A team 
oh you want to save me, 
it’s only the same thing 
Christian Muslim Jew all on the same team 
..a mad tradition of last the prediction 
that’s indicative the of fear manipulation and ass kissin 
that results in cash sent in 
that they used to escape taxes with 
in the pews spittin sacrilege 
im from the system where the bastards lives 
taught the people how to challenge the machine and now they’re activists 
sure as Kobe scores there will be a holy war 
declared in some godly name while someone’s asking show me more 
...they wonder where all hip hop artists went 
cuz ya’ll often spit softer than kenny lofton hits 
define all of this, my hypothesis is 
i rose from Apocalypse’s sarcophagus pissed 
....GU logo on the rocketship 
with everyone watching it knowing stoppin it is sheer preposterous 


(Tombstone) 
My rhymes are toxic when they get exposed to oxygen 
and probably responsible for the death of a lot of men 
and most acknowledge the folly of taking shots at him 
or acting disrespectful and risking a mad leviathan 
see your philosophy doesn’t mean a lot to me 
cause 2 times out of 3 it was used to excuse atrocities 
another prophecy equals another failure 
another priest reaching for little kids genitalia 
oh...so now you’re offended....you say you repented 
claim a message from a god but I think you pretended 
besides...your god’s arms are much too short to try to box with mine 
so stop lying trying to claim he inspired your rhyme 
we don’t believe you....you're needing more people 
enough to stuff the church till it burst the church steeple 
(plus) you lack intelligence...your gospel is irrelevant 
sit inside your sermon and heckle you for the hell of it 
how many times you’re gonna let them fill your mind with fear 
with end world prophecy and obviously we still here 
no zombie apocalypse ain’t tumbled down on top of us 
and all that mayan calendars stuff is just so preposterous 
go grab a slice of life and while you’re at it grab it twice 
and ignore the bullshit that you’re hearing would be the best advice 
those dudes are charlatans … it’s time to make examples 
of traveling shit salesmen with mouths full of samples 


(Johnny Hoax) 
Come acknowledge the liberation in the right hand of science 
You can ditch the holy books found on the nightstands of tyrants 
I'm not impressed with cupcake critics and false skeptics 
Kirk Cameron, Lee Strobel, William Lane Craig apologetics 
Seriously insufficient and it clearly shows 
Unless you peer review seeing Jesus in your Cheerios 
I feel for those who know it's true amd still oppose 
Inner dilemma like Euthyphro livin' on fools gold 
I got your god in my sentences with a lower case "G" 
with an "S" in parenthesis to honor polytheistic liberties 
It goes beyond that, psychics and palm readers 
Astrology charts toppin' the list of con artists tryin' to cheat us 
Thick in the mix is every one of your leaders 
And the only one I can respect is comical Buddy Jesus 
Takin' moral high ground in support of wrongful action 
I see now the irony touche' Wonka caption 
Maintain your freedom to practice remain peaceful 
But fuck religious freedom if it's only to enslave people 
I pinpoint it as the suspect and the culprit 
and let Bruce Almighty shit on that psuedo scientific bullshit 


(Gripp) 
This is so raw/ the atheist roll call// 
So watch us get it open like crowbars// 
'Cos even a little jab'll give 'em a broke jaw/ We go hard// 
and make their little leap of faith look like a pole vault// 
A battering ram we jam against oak doors// 
stand planted with cannons/ Approach ya'll/ We're famished// 
but on a roll with some cole slaw/ Word to the pope// 
we're 'bout to give them our own good news: Tom Brokaw// 
They call us interlopers/ but I've never been as focused// 
'Bout to jam my penny loafers/ in their colon 'til I kick the Stouffer's// 
Science is sexy; I belong on a pin-up poster// 
These religious nuts pop up like toast or some mini-gophers// 
You think there's any hope at all? Lose the foolish pride// 
drop the holy books, and pick up some Grand Unified// 
Look at things through your human eyes// 
(not the crazy ones). Get off the losing side// 
I'll leave 'em stir-fried: Moo Goo Gai Pan/ You know who I am// 
Rhymes make live bands/ skip beats like, "God-damn!"// 
And I'm still tryin'a pick which person to murk// 
'cos beating me's Dawkins using his last words to convert// 
So if there is a god, he's surely depressed/ that all these atheists// 
are certainly blessed/ Never stop for air; I take circular breaths// 
and when I step off the stage all the curtains are wet// 
from the perspiration. I'll flood the fucking Earth with my sweat// 
Go make an ark for that/ or go and make the seas part in half// 
anything to validate or prove the way your martyr acts// 
'Til then, I'll be causing heart attacks/ on any garbage rapper// 
with a harder act/ An artist'll get carved in half// 
And for all of ya'll predicting the rapture:// 
ya'll get on my last nerve/ Pulling us backwards// 
Alright then, I guess I'm done killing stuff// 
My apologies, Greydon. That's been building up// 


(Task Rok) 
I think it's easy to believe in a lie. 
Some people are high 
and looking for a reason to die. 
I'm not concerned with a being in the sky. 
I'm not concerned with anything 
that falls apart when my reasons applied. 
I don't believe in anything except my people and I 
and the truth with a proof when repeated and tried. 
I believe some people are evil inside, 
& their guilt makes 'em go and find a steeple to hide. 
It's 2013, we need to decide religion is dead; 
Too many innocent people have died. 
It's over. All of us are waking up, 
it's obvious they made it up 
to politic and make a buck. 
Stealing lands, execution of the infidel. 
Self prophesied evolution of a living hell. 
I found happiness and everything I did myself. 
Y'all can say or prayer or throw a penny down the wishing well it's over.

2013 AD (Lady Assassin, Syqnys, Greydon Square, Tombstone da Deadman, Johnny Hoax, Gripp, & TaskRok)

You To Wong Foo
Me spit quark gluon soup
and of course still do Kung Fu
while you find a fool to run to
i grab the mic and 1,2,1,2

...You see some rule
to me a new roof to punch through
if it’s war, then you use sun tzu
oh a mic? yea I use one too
it’s all about the 1, 2, 1, 2

VERSE 1
No labels, no gods, no fables
if I ain’t able to spit just put me in my grave hole
...I’m a free man
that’s why they call me a heathen
the reason? cuz I like analytical thinkin’
this Mongolian beef with little seasoning 
get a piece then sit down and sink your teeth in
i’ll be the first to admit, that i’m not perfect
but if i spent my life making music it’ll be worth it
...and I don’t need a girl at all
fuck pussy, I’d rather give the world a song
label’s get the middle finger just as quick
I’m independent, let em try to touch my shit
if it was dope now it’s a crack habit
that’s why I’m back it like everybody thinks I’m bad at it
until this shit ends I’ll spit with vengeance
...shit on dope beats like old people do to Depends 
you fawn over porches Armani and leather
while the strong nuclear force holds my rhyme scheme together
I’m sick with the flow like I live on a boat 
you should track that pitiful rhyme behind a temporal cloak
...this kind of hip hop has a different approach
instead of women and gold,
it’s a victory pose
a statement against shit we oppose
if this was poker you couldn’t bluff hard enough to get me to fold
Chorus
...You seem confused
Just leave us to make tunes
before we break you and ya lame crew
Give an inch and these chumps take two
that’s why we bust the 1, 2, 1, 2

Trust that we’ll meet up soon
You know aint dope you snuck through
if it’s fuck us, then it’s fuck you
we tell to em to spit but then none do
they couldn’t touch our 1, 2, 1, 2

Verse 2
Face the truth we’re just apes with nukes
A raging debate over faith ensues
Wait til they break the truce
while thinking you safe, watch em bring the drama straight to you
it’s too late with no time to react at all
catch you sippin on a 40 watching basketball
this wont last at all
I just want to bring intellect to a jamming song
while they laugh at ya’ll
I teach checker players how to play chess
teach a chess player Go while I’m blazing the sess
now follow
you know it’s 2012 when your neighbors
see a black president and 5 white Lakers, at staples
just leave me to my major
keep everything else including your Christ savior
I’m still the type to fight for thy neighbor though
cut through everything that I face like light sabers yo
...This is the old republic
...you better warn the public 
especially rappers with a swollen budget
producers known to love it, when i kick the physics
...what you thought my whole career was about dissin Christians?
Ha you fell for the gambit
i drop hot shit like rocks that fell to the planet
...So don’t get popped dropped and shelled by the cannon
where you standin’, if you can’t spit then put ya man in

Chorus
they fuss cuz I threw up truth
just, wait until GU comes through
with a new blunt for me to puff through
DMT or even mushrooms
I’m a crush the 1, 2, 1, 2

 
rebuffed yet I get love too
mix the old school with sumnthin new
some don’t want it here yet some do
as far as me i don’t know about you
forever rep the 1, 2, 1, 2

...You To Wong Foo
Me spit quark gluon soup
and of course still do Kung Fu
while you find a fool to run to
i grab the mic and 1,2,1,2

...You see some rule
to me a new roof to punch through
if it’s war, then you use sun tzu
oh a mic? yea I use one too
it’s all about the 1, 2, 1, 2

they fuss cuz I threw up truth
just, wait until GU comes through
with a new blunt for me to puff through
DMT or even mushrooms
I’m a crush the 1, 2, 1, 2

rebuffed yet I get love too
mix the old school with sumnthin new
some don’t want it here yet some do
as far as me i don’t know about you
forever rep the 1, 2, 1, 2

1-2,1-2

Prison Planet
Chorus
...You should never be surprised when you get attacked,
you’ll know all the freedoms they took from you when you get em back
when in fact they were never yours to begin with
this is a prison planet you’re serving a life a sentence

enter prisoner 092881
no particular kid of interest nobody’s great son
so he enters the system’s revolving door on day one,
comes out a menace the armed forces gave a gun
sent him to war without warning him
the images he’d store from then on would now torture him
brought his hyper awareness back to the rear
a soldier who still feels active missing half of his gear,
blood money they trade for his education
so he can learn to describe a state with one single equation 
his idol Carl Sagan, his outlet hip hop
he wants to be a physicist, he wants to wreck shop
sittin at the pawn shop watching the clock stuck
technically a free man, but still feels locked up
As a result of social conditioning
he actually has something to say but no one is listening 

Chorus x2
...You should never be surprised when you get attacked,
you’ll know all the freedoms they took from you when you get em back
when in fact they were never yours to begin with
this is a prison planet you’re serving a life a sentence


He’s institutionalized on two fronts
deals with his PTSD with crude blunts
the civilian reality is too much 
so much he hasn’t left his house in 2 months
his mood jumps from dealing with rude cunts
attitude fronts and them asking to do brunch
every morning wakes up from the same dream
his fate seems, status quo the same thing
with chains free to tight walk the fame beam
he sabotages all the success his name brings
...it’s the baggage of the guilt he walks around with
the psychological scarring you can’t heal with counseling
feeling guilty bout the fact he actually made it,
wants among the greatest
while he shuns his medication
munches education 
while he punches on the pavement
cuz he hates it
imprisoned by the past he’s escapin’

Chorus x2
...You should never be surprised when you get attacked,
you’ll know all the freedoms they took from you when you get em back
when in fact they were never yours to begin with
this is a prison planet you’re serving a life a sentence






Chorus x2
...You should never be surprised when you get attacked,
you’ll know all the freedoms they took from you when you get em back
when in fact they were never yours to begin with
this is a prison planet you’re serving a life a sentence


Another inmate who wallows in his misery
....the prison is his thoughts, the cell is his history
watching as the world passes him by
with every plan to escape foiled he happens to try
sabotaged, by himself. he’s the main saboteur  
he’s the cellie he’s the warden he’s the guard at the door
...he looks at all his cell mates like their kin
...the guy he was fighting with the shank that was him-&gt;
in the same crap as him, 
just trying to see the outs      
equally as blind trying to lead each other out
...expecting every single opportunity to fall through
Its like being caged but you have the key somewhere on you
...and he’s tries to break the cycle but he can’t -&gt;
there an unraised pent up rage he doesn’t get
...and for every him, a million just like him
born of war, group homes, jails and gang violence





Chorus x2
...You should never be surprised when you get attacked,
you’ll know all the freedoms they took from you when you get em back
when in fact they were never yours to begin with
this is a prison planet you’re serving a life a sentence

Prison Planet

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