[Intro]
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
[Verse 1]
I must appeal to you people with your faculties
'cause 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 'cause 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 want to do what his man done
Just because his peers jeer and and clown
When you're six feet 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
[Chorus]
I'm caught in the grip of the city
Madness
I'm caught in the grip of the city
Madness
I'm caught in the grip of the city
Madness
I'm caught in the grip of the city
Madness (My rhyming shield deflects your puny rhymes!)
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
[Verse 1]
I must appeal to you people with your faculties
'cause 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 'cause 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 want to do what his man done
Just because his peers jeer and and clown
When you're six feet 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
[Chorus]
I'm caught in the grip of the city
Madness
I'm caught in the grip of the city
Madness
I'm caught in the grip of the city
Madness
I'm caught in the grip of the city
Madness (My rhyming shield deflects your puny rhymes!)
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