Del The Funky Homosapien - Madness lyrics

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 'Coz 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 f** myself off 'coz of the egotistical mode I'm in No, I can't slap you no five When you and your cutty is talkin' sh** 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 we're 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 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 If I had to describe the way I survive, it's like vice squeezin' The reason I'm black and still breathin' Heathens will breed heathens so Everybody's suspect I must check your ID 'Coz 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 different in some ways But we still grouped together like a f**in' survey Sufferin' and f** '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 Marlboro's and car insurance Put n***as on the moon and can't pay your burdens I smoke herb and rock a turban Meditate on the world and what's occurrin' A lot of white boys like the style and copy Dig in something deeper and you'll peep that we're not free It's not about the separation, it's about the population 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 Simple minded people always point 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** you get shot And to some it's bad luck I believe you held something back for too long It grew strong And energy got its own will And people think they make music still But music is there without you or me, we just manipulate For better or worse, so let it situate I get to make records and dough Paid out the a**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 'Coz it's easy to see the pain and strife and end it all tonight 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