Claim to Truth

[Verse 1: Gripp]
Aw, I've heard it all, every argument and every reason
Every appeal to ignorance and every special pleading,
Every postmodern distortion of how truth is defined
Like we're all Neo in the Matrix bending spoons with our mind
Like God just reaches down and changes rules all the time
That stupidity is truly sublime. Since when can they decide
To just shift the burden of proof to the side
And then say that we should prove it's a lie? Homie, please stop
We need not look further than Russell's teapot
Or Occam's razor to give it a clean chop
At best it's unnecessary; at worst it's a plague
We're well-versed in your ways. Pull back the curtain of hate
They're moralizing from distorted lies, an ancient con mentality
'Cos every religion is making statements on reality
And we can't ignore it
It's bullshit, man, and we're sick of standing for it

[Hook: Gripp]
I don't wanna hear your talking points
I don't wanna hear no excuse
'Cos you can't use that tripe
If you're making a claim to truth
If you gon' do it, do it right, man
Otherwise, what's the use?
'Cos you can't use that tripe
If you're making a claim to truth

[Verse 2: Gripp]
Listen, make no mistake: evolution is the truth
And there is no escape. I thought this ended at the Dover case
I should have known they're fake. They don't debate
All they do is bitch and moan when it don't go their way. It's overplayed
Now they don't know what to do with me
'cos I don't fool with these arguments from incredulity
'Cos if they knew at least a bit about what they presume to debate
They'd know their arguments are useless to say
'Cos they use their faith and stupid rules they break to fuel their hate
I'll throw these Looney Tunes into their grave. I never sleep; I'm too awake
The Earth is magical, ya'll
And it's okay that it was shaped that way through natural law
It's okay! You don't need a god to guide you. You're fine
You've just got to decide you're responsible, a logical mind
And don't trust me 'cos I've got the cleverest schemes;
Go do the research and follow it where the evidence leads

[Hook: Gripp]

[Verse 3: Gripp]
So fresh, so fresh. Who wants to go next?
Don't rest. I'm the monster from under the Pope's bed
Gripp. I've got your rabbi's peyos in a twist
Ridiculous. I will skewer them with rotisserie spits
And cook 'em over the Book of Mormon, charred and in flames
It's largely the same as the Muslim martyrs in planes
As they complain and push another cartoon artist to cave
And American networks raffle our honor away
And all of those cult leaders are a lot of abusive cowards
Like Scientology heads promising superpowers
I could stick and move for hours 'til they make improvements
Or die and donate their thetans to a reincarnated Buddhist
Look how I do this. If you say you've got the truth it's
Probably better if you could present some proof. Shit!
Your arm's too short to box, especially with us
So you step in the ring of science, expect to leave concussed
Mother-fucker...

[Hook: Gripp]