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 the 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 and I can 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 cutty 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 and clown / When your six foot deep no one hears you now / They say we’re not compatible like deers and cows and owls / So many rules and regulations say you're not allowed

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I'm caught in the grip of the city... Madness

If I had to describe the way I survive its 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 or positive / When I drop the law against 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 pay for your burdens / I smoke herb and rock a turban / Meditate on the world and whats 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, its about the population

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I'm caught in the grip of the city... Madness

Simple minded people always point the finger / To bring it to a close as if life is their role, their 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 has 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 ass hole / And still seen as another face on the totem pole / Conquer, my sponsors are monsters / And everybody thinks that I owe them one / I'm glad I love music and life / Cuz it's easy to see the pain and strife and end it all tonight

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I'm caught in the grip of the city... Madness