Greydon Square - Final Notes lyrics

They want someone to save us
Journey in the making
At unsustainable speeds we trying
To keep pace with all this information
Here for the taking
137 Billion years in the making

I got a transfinite number of rhymes
Intricately designed
Intended to be unleashed one at a time
Archeologists recognize me as part
Of the find it's amazing how you can't tell
Space apart from the time
As you approach the velocity of
C the time gets slow the farther you look
The further back in time you go
5's across the board everything is nominal
A creator causes cause and effect
To fall like dominoes
These are questions and riddles
That are yearning me
To look up at the stars
And stare into eternity
I'm just looking for the
Final equation is all
And I'd a be unsatisfied if
The answer was god
A creator of the cosmos needs more
Than just a bad temper
His true nature coming in focus
Like a fast render
Tried to explain but your logic
And your math centers
No where to be found like
The Tea Party's black members
I don't want to be the average rap dude
My rhymes stay constant like light
Speed in a vacuum assembled in a DARPA lab
With enough augmentations to make a
Science fiction author laugh
I Assimilated the best part
Of your favorite rappers
With species 8472 and Borg tactics
Hack in to the digital drive, ransack it
Purge all the coonery songs, wack rappers
Take it back to spittin
Lyrics as straight passion
And revolutionize hip hop with mass action
Last thing i'll say about light
You need to master
That only things without mass
Can travel faster
You and I can change lives without masters
Others want to sit by, wait for thine rapture
Make the check out to the
Church and fine pastor
Getting burnt like they was
Standing behind dragsters
Socialize with other minds might
They might capture
With techniques of manipulation
And fright tactics
You might ask if, a Christ who had passion
Would allow his dad to ask
For murder as rite passage

This is the type of position you find ravaged
I'm only askin'
The question that got passed ya
You respond with variant hate
Like Mike Savage til you gettin carried away
Like flight baggage

Raw elegant rhymes based on hard evidence
From a vet of a war
Waged on false intelligence
Forged from torrent of
Racially charged prejudice
I'm trying to avoid going
Extinct ahead of them

They want someone to save us
Journey in the making
At unsustainable speeds we trying
To keep pace with all this information
Here for the taking
137 Billion years in the making