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letra de just the type - gripp

[verse: gripp]
i’m a cross between a skeptic and a dreamer, eclectic demeanor
to step and check a believer. yes, i’m a leader
my life makes excellent theater, doesn’t it? come and see the show
come hear the dialog my demons wrote. hear me speak in rote
about the fallacies, -n-logies, maladies
while the child in me floats, the adult is cutting down a tree
tryin’a grow into a man i could be proud to be
but i concede: that feat often seems out of reach
‘cos we were sound asleep, bred to be credulous
but we’ve long since found the key, so now we’re sent to be messengers
yes, it’s just a system of thought; we’re breaking it down
it just so happens to slaughter your most sacred of cows
no gods, no monsters, no aliens. we’re taking our vows
until they show us some evidence, we ain’t gonna bow
ain’t gonna break in half for them. no way. we’ll just laugh at them
on our way coming after them, every day just attacking them
wait! it’s not that simple, man. we’re fighting the same fights
and writing the same plights of life under stage lights
like day and night; is it fiction or fact?
is it erudite diction or just kicking a track?
‘cos i feel like my psyche is ripping in half
‘cos i’m marshall in my daily life and gripp when i rap
and though they both share perspective they’ve been fighting to get
neither one has achieved any enlightenment yet
so we’ll take this first frightening step together, excited and tense
into whatever this writer invents
catch sight of the light at the end. the might of the pen guides
they’re kicking immense lies tryin’a defend crimes
but f-ck that, man. we’re tryin’a transcend time
f-ck that, man, we’re trying to invent minds
master the universe, get deeply involved
and invested in the direction that our species evolves
before i die, i want robotic pieces installed
i’d rather rely on that than belief in a god
the interface between mind and machine, engineered cells
and nan0bots intertwined with our genes fighting disease
i know it seems esoteric now, but you’ve gotta find the walls
before you tear ’em down. got the plan to carry out
we’re on the edge of a cliff, standing tough
so close your eyes, take my hand and jump
jump!

- gripp

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