Yo, in the year three thousand and thirty everybody wants to be an MC
In the year three thousand and thirty everybody want to be a DJ
In the year three thousand and thirty everybody want to be a producer
In the year three thousand and thirty everybody want to tell ya the meaning of music
I must appeal to you people with your faculties
Cuz everybody else is gonna laugh at me
People try to get over and take a crack at me
The universe is one I see what rap can be: glorious
Put in the Smithsonian, my podiums for holy hymns
But you see who's controlling them
Fuck myself off cuz of the egotistical mode I'm in
No I can't slap you no five
When you and your cuddy is talkin' shit about me outside
People take pride in what they have no hand in
Sorta like a phantom holographic handsome
But deep inside he wants to do what his man done
Just because his peers jeer and clown
When your six foot deep no one hears you now
They said we not compatible like deers and cows and owls
So many rules and regulations say you're not allowed
I'm caught in the grip of the city Madness (X4)
My rhymin' shield deflects your puny rhyme (X2)
If I had to describe the way I survive it's like vice squeezin'
The reason I'm black and still breathin'
Heathens will breed heathens so
Everybody's suspect I must check your ID
Cuz you lookin' sheisty you might be intelligence
Someone that Del's against
Opposite of positive
When I drop the laws of gifts of nature be faithful
Why should I hate you we ain't that different
We may act different in some ways
But we still grouped together like a fuckin' survey
Sufferin' and fuck 'em all's the motto
I'm trapped in a bottle
My music's gettin' hollow
That's what happens when humanity you follow
Where every leak or info is hard to swallow
Sell your Marlboros and car insurance
Put niggas on the moon and can't for pay your burdens
I smoke herb and rock a turban
Meditate on the world and what's occurrin'
A lot of white boys like the style and copy
Dig in something deeper and you'll peep that were not free
It's not about the separation it's about the population
I'm caught in the grip of the city Madness (X4)
My rhymin' shield deflects your puny rhyme (X2)
Simple minded people always point the finger
To bring it to a close as if life is their role, they path
When all paths are intersections
It all depends on the persons perception
When I'm mad as fuck you get shot
and to some it's bad luck
I believe you held something back for too long
It grew strong
And energy got its own will
And people think they make music still
But music is there with out you or me we just manipulate
For better or worse so let it situate
I get to make records and dough
Paid out the asshole
And still seen as another face on the totem pole
Conquer, my sponsors are monsters
And everybody thinks that I owe 'em one
I'm glad I love music and life
cuz it's easy to see the pain and strife and end it all tonight
I'm caught in the grip of the city Madness (X4)
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