2008 A.D. (feat. Jayez Dallas, TaskRok, Mr. Gawn & Syqnys) Akkorde von 
Greydon Square
N/A
Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
They think I'm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
rappin' waitin' for check slips
Am
But what I really love is crossin'
Dm
briefs off my checklist
Am
And then takin' that lowercase t
Dm
off of your necklace
Am
Dm
You can probably tell I'm gettin' used
Am
Dm
But these clowns make me laugh
like Drew Carey
Am
Cause truth is scary enough
Dm
to believe in the tooth fairy, ain't it?
Am
Dm
I'm a sun devil, as of last night
Am
So when you call me a devil,
you only half right
The only thing I really did was expose
Dm
Am
All these superstitious and bronze
Dm
-age religions with hoes
Am
Dm
Call me super gross, ain't no religion safe
Am
I walk right into your synagogue
Dm
and piss in your face
Am
Dm
How many times must I cut you in half
Am
and laugh at how many excuses
Dm
come out of your ass?
Am
You can keep Christmas,
Am
Solstice to continue to ask for proof
Dm
Am
until you have to show it
You want fuel for the fire,
I'll bring your napalm
Hit you hard enough,
Dm
you swear you was jacked by Donkey Kong
Am
So I'm takin' Occam's razor,
Dm
wieldin' it as a sword
Am
Cut through Pascal's wager,
Dm
another bet you can't
Am
afford to waste time with
Dm
Can you feel the time shift?
Dm
and feel the effects of redshift
Am
And I'm fulfillin' the ste reotypic
Am
Impregnate your sacred virgin
and call her mine
Dm
Am
While I lay the trump card
Dm
on a beat that bumps hard
Am
You say you gonna bury me in your backyard,
I'm not buyin' it
Dm
Hell, I'm not even eyeing it
Am
Like gay porn, homie,
Dm
I'm not even trying it
Am
Your God's a contradiction
Dm
of terms by definition
Dm
come on now, who are you kidding?
Am
But seriously, kids,
Dm
cause I'm not even kidding
Am
Dm
Jay's Dallas, playing with your religion
like a Christian can't
Dm
even in your coldest hour
Am
Watch your faith get inked,
Dm
my logic reason leaves
your soul devoured
Am
Dm
Bogus cowards, you cannot ignore us
Am
So now the squad's abroad,
Dm
breaking the facade before us
Am
Pray to your God, any God, Jah,
Dm
Am
Allah, or Hor us
I'm here to test your faith
Dm
and crush it like a bronzer sword
Am
So summon all your forces,
Dm
none of which will impress me
Am
Fetch the holy water
Dm
and a father to bless me
Am
Dress me like a little choir
Dm
so my soul can be set free
Dm
those aren't the best habits
Am
Am I right, Ted Haggard,
Dm
is leaving your head battered
Am
And your God doesn't love you,
Dm
he doesn't accept you
Am
Dm
Mr. Square, listen, they a fan of fiction
Am
Sick of fans shatting,
Dm
Am
protecting their manic inflictions
Sinking in, listening to all
Am
Dm
Switching positions like religions
Am
to big leagues guys are so funny
Dm
I know the score of that
Am
Dm
between war and factions
Am
Infatuated with the war in Iraq
Storing bodies in the morgue,
packed in the core
Dm
In the sack, believing folklorist facts
Am
Dm
I set off an EMP and
watched the bombers
Am
Blow themselves up, uh,
Dm
to establish commerce
Am
You're a carrier, barely past your rectus
They be like, Mr. Gordon,
Dm
don't let them infect us
Dm
here's a gun to pull it
Dm
amen, that you're not getting bullied
Am
Dm
But ask for forgiveness before you do it
Am
You said heaven's real,
Dm
so here's your chance to prove it
Am
Let's meet him in the afterlife,
Am
Oh wait, there is a one,
Dm
so I'll have two when I see him
Am
Tell him this is what you get
Dm
for attacking and healing
Am
You gon' respect it like it was
Dm
immaculately conceived
Am
Don't give me any of your faith,
Am
To run circles around your idiots
Dm
with logic and reason
Am
These little Christian men
Dm
and their rap pers are such actors
Am
Dm
Am
Nobody with no skills with nine factors
Dm
Not to mention the hypocritical mission
Am
To bring souls to the invisible,
Am
And the next time you morons
try to do a song
Where you wanna diss me on
Dm
Just know that you gonna go
Enough to reveal your little wizard balls
Dm
Pull the curtains back,
Am
make you shit in your drawers
Know there's no misunderstanding,
I'm dissing you all
Dm
Cause this is a brawl
Am
It's the most intelligent, creative,
cleverest rap dude
Dm
Got more brains than Senator Craig
in the bathroom
Am
Dm
And sickness, remember my name
Am
I'm like Triple H's face,
Dm
I'm ahead of the game
Am
It's simple and plain,
Dm
Am
re ligion is way more dangerous
Dm
Than Bin Laden when he gets on a plane
Am
I ain't walking with Kanye
Am
Bout to bring it to the rap game
Dm
an d breathe it life
Am
Ain't rapping bout guns,
Am
You ain't never in your life
Plus we deeper than
Am
Dm
the Vatican's pockets
Am
We're attacking our religion
Dm
and slapping agnostics
Am
But everyone's agnostic
Am
Dm
I agree with Sam Harris, personally
The word atheist
Am
shouldn't even be in our vocab
Your God's crying
Dm
cause what you believe in is so sad
Am
Dm
Yeah, I'm corrupting the youth
Am
If cor ruption is convincing
Dm
them to covet the truth
Am
Yeah, I'm spitting on Promet
Dm
Am
and getting at Christians
I'ma bring it to the ass, I'm
Raps Christopher Hitchens
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