Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Madness, artist - Del The Funky Homosapien. Album song Deltron 3030, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.09.2008
Record label: Deltron Projects
Song language: English
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 |
'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 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 |
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) |
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 |
'cause 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 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 you’ll peep that were not free |
It’s not about the separation its 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 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 energy 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 ass hole |
And still seen as another face on the totem pole |
Conquer, my sponsors are monsters |
And everybody thinks that I’m on one |
I’m glad I love music and life |
'cause 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 |