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    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 Smithsonium my podiums for holy hymns

    But you see whos 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 were 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 (4X)

    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 differen't 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 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 youll peep that were not free

    It's not about the seperation its about the population

    I'm caught in the grip of the city.. Madness (4X)

    Simple minded people always poin't 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 enegy 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

    I'm caught in the grip of the city.. Madness (4X)

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