The Grand Cypher

[Intro: Greydon Square]

Yeah, progeny of the ancient so authentic grand unified theory

Dr. Feynman spark the lecture!

[Sample: Richard Feynman]

It’s no use arguing. I can’t argue it

I’m just trying to tell ya of why the scientific views that I have do have some effect

If you have all these theories of the different religions of all different theories about the thing...

Question, how do you find out if something's true?

Then you begin to wonder. Once you start doubting just like you’re supposed to doubt

You ask me is the science true?

You say no no we don’t know if it’s true

[Verse 1: Greydon Square]

Yo, listen dude

I got flow that you couldn’t measure with a pitot tube

Or a centrifuge

Interviews? I discuss all but hip hop

A trip to legendhood we could all make a pit stop

Fools miss it these quantum concepts are dualistic

The vast of Omni is too terrific

You think you coming tight

I’m into civilizations beyond number types

Puffin' the summer night

Studyin' somethin' like the primary function of light

Bust on the mics, some stuff that they want you to bite

I ever stop, padded cell and belts

And if I need a God I’ll ask myself for help (yeah)

Prayers to my larger ego

You couldn’t process the layers in my art Cathedral

You are hardly equal...

Master rhymer, pattern finder

Pass the grinder, or find your name in the assassin’s binder

Johnny

[Verse 2: Johnny Hoax]

Unh in the basement rap

For the ones that hate the blatant capitalist creation

That’s sacred we want to take it back

We've been living below the ground and speaking in code

No you can’t please us just because your visas are gold

We flow and blow smoke physically

You blow it metaphorically

Allegorically your style is stories, not our priority

I go forward with warriors in my corner that’s glorious

So these are the bars to bring the addicts back to euphorias you feel it?

Come check the balances accountants

No boundaries when you aiming for outer limits

In alternate realities

This is the intellect to split fact from fiction

To put past convictions in the trash, the bad religion

We are the cast and characters you oughta get to know

Lifers in the cypher, fire every episode

Meanwhile, on the other side of the spectrum

I suspect your quackery is unchecked

What comes next is never known

[Verse 3: Indefinite]

I write orders between loose leaf border lines

On the mic they're immortalized, grow fortified

At the speed of light passing border signs

Now a polished product before was a drawing board design

Spell intelligence with a capital I

Utilize computing power in the back of my eyes

Petabytes put to use within the night time

To sensory overload any adversaries with light spines

Plastered on trap beats bragging about light crimes

While I’m spitting across distance measured in light time

Nothing’s changed still representing the G U

From where I stand

Most of the genre’s artists are see-through

But ad hominem's a product of the basest mind

Far more interested in matters regarding space and time

I’ll be Grand Unified 'til the day I die

Scribe fire rhymes and make both sides of my mind collide

[Verse 4: MC Brooks]

I groove on this beat move smooth as a criminal

Cruise through loose leaf two sheets all original

Rhyme scheme make the time freeze

Like the white rabbit in Wonderland

You're undermanned against the mic grabbing Master Roshi

With a massive rollie and his double cup of something

Tryin' to match the homie in his double Dutch

I'm in the zone like Sonic special stages with the emeralds

Tryin' to reach the pinnacle with dope lyricals

That'll pass the tests of time like old spirituals

And that shit you spit is so pitiful

Let it go, just to go, metal record flow

Professional tone with the microphone

You better know

Set in stone, my name is cause I work a metronome

Like a normal type

All I do is hold the mic and

Never pass it

It’s a classic from rap kids

Who feed on these beats like fat kids

[Verse 5: Lioness Saxa]

Unified

We keep it in rotation (yeah)

Fire to the bowls over Maxwell’s Equations

Catch the phrasing, natural blazing

Congratulations, your whole career is a fashion statement

Yeah, Saxa smooth on the track

School with the facts, teach these fools how to act

Classical, hit 'em with the field theory

Read it again, and you might see it real clearly

You should fear me, look at how you buggin'

Comin' at me sideways, a child's mind you stuck in (stuck in)

...Before you bring it to me, know that some of us aren't impressed by the way that you think

...Blunt rollin', mind forever growin'

Stomping out ignorance every time we put the flow in...

Motion measured by the observer

Brass get lost in this trauma tree love mergers

[Verse 6: C-Gats]

The enlightened clan is back

We're lyrically Scott Bakula

These tracks will quantum leap

Through you writing these lame amateur raps

Damage the wack acts

He’s true to his craft

And I ain’t in it for the fame I’m just shooting the facts

Back at the world they should be giving out vests

I got a clip of cop killers if they did

That'll spit at your chest

And if you think I’m on some thug tip (huh?)

You're poor listeners

My metaphors are deep, y’all sleeping

I’m on ritalin killin'

No filler gorilla peel a banana theories got me weary

So if knowledge is a weapon better fear me

Imperial war vessels

Would appear where the sea meets

Run up on your beach with a squadron

Clear your weak fleet

[Verse 7: Eville]

I’m a complete bastard, see me on beats bragging

But I leave emcees, feets tagged up in meat wagons

Teeth chattering decreases and heat atmos-phere

Is bleak but I’m steep in the 'lite fabric (yeah)

Suckerproof Grey's puffin' on the Indo

Watching me dismantle you with muzzles on my pencil

Enough of being gentle, books stuffin' me with info

Come at me with the insults

And I'm huntin' through my steno

For an ill quote

I’ll leave your draw dropped until your chin's broke

You're softer than a tiptoe, old-school when I flip flows

Your kinfolk, start the tape recorders and get in close

So simple when they pitch a phrase

Simpler to picture pages boring

That exchange is fallen when my nickel laid

So if it pays you're in chains you're a mental slave

But Grand Authentic is a sprint and we just win the race

It’s against the laws of physics that you get away, ay

[Outro: Lawrence Krauss]

A interpretation of what these equations mean

How they apply to the world

That uh at first was regarded as very farfetched but I think has more and more

Caught the allegiance of the physics community is something called the many worlds interpretation

Which says that, yes, reality does contain all those possibilities but when you make a measurement

You find out which world you’re in. So the wave function contains many, many worlds, but when you make a measurement you discover which world you’re in and then there's no going back to other ones