In the year three thousand and thirty everybody wants to be an mcIn the year three thousand and thirty everybody want to be a djIn the year three thousand and thirty everybody want to be aproducerIn the year three thousand and thirtyeverybody want to tell ya the meaning of the musicI must appeal to you people with your facultiesCuz everybody else is gonna laugh at mePeople try to get over and take a crack at meThe universe is one and I can see what rap can be gloriousPut in the Smithsonium my podiums for holy hymnsBut you see whos controlling themF**k myself off cuz of the egotistical mode I'm inNo I can't slap you no fiveWhen you and your cutty is talkin shit about me outsidePeople take pride in what they have no hand inSorta like a phantom holographic handsomeBut deep inside he wants to do what his man doneJust because his peers jeer and and clownWhen your six foot deep no one hears you nowThey say were not compatible like deers and cows and owlsSo many rules and regulations say you're not allowedI'm caught in the grip of the city Madness (X4)If I had to describe the way I survive its like vice squeezinThe reason I'm black and still breathinHeathens will breed heathens soEverybody's suspect I must check your IDCuz you lookin sheisty you might be intelligenceSomeone that Del's againstOpposite or positiveWhen I drop the law against nature be faithfulWhy should I hate you we ain't that differentWe may act differen't in some waysBut we still grouped together like a f**kin surveySufferin and f**k em all's the mottoI'm trapped in a bottleMy music's gettin hollowThat's what happens when humanity you followWhere every leak or info is hard to swallowSell your Marlboros and car insurancePut niggas on the moon and can't pay your burdensI smoke herb and rock a turbanMeditate on the world and whats occurrinA lot of white boys like the style and copyDig in something deeper and youll peep that were not freeIt's not about the seperation its about the populationSimple minded people always poin't the fingerTo bring it to a close as if life is their role, their pathWhen all paths are intersectionsIt all depends on the persons perceptionWhen I'm mad as f**k you get shotTo tis(?) so is bad luckI believe you held something back for too longIt grew strongAnd enegy has its own willAnd people think they make music stillBut music is there with out you or me we just manipulateFor better or worse so let it situateI get to make records and doughPaid out the ass holeAnd still seen as another face on the totem poleConquer, my sponsors are monstersAnd everybody thinks that I owe them oneI'm glad I love music and lifecuz it's easy to see the pain and strife and end it all tonightI'm caught in the grip of the city Madness (X4)

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