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 F**k 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 (X4) 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 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 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 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 f**k you get shot To tis(?) so is 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 (X4)

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