Madness

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

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 of 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 f**kin survey

Sufferin and f**k 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 seperation its about the population

Simple minded people always point the finger

To bring it to a close as if life is their road, they path

When all paths are intersections

It all depends on the persons perception

When I'm mad as f**k you get shot

and to some, it's bad luck

I believe you held something back for too long

It grew strong

And enegy 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

Conquered, my sponsors are monsters

And everybody thinks that I'm on 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