Madness (Feat. Del The Funky Homosapien, Dan The Automator & Kid Koala)

Yo, in the year three thousand and thirty
Everybody wants to be an MC
In the year three thousand and thirty
Everybody wants to be a DJ

In the year three thousand and thirty
Everybody wants to be a producer
In the year three thousand and thirty
Everybody wanna tell ya the meaning of the music

Yo, 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 I see what rap can be, glorious

Put in the smithsonium my podiums for holy hymns
But you see who's controllin' 'em
Fuck myself off 'cause of the egotistical mode I'm in
No, I can't slap you, low 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 wanna do what his man done

Just because his peers jeer and clown
And 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

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

What about my seal the flexin' beauty draw?
What about my seal the flexin' beauty draw?

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 suspected, I must check your ID

'Cause you lookin' shiesty, you might be intelligent
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 what's occurrin'
A lot of white boys like the style and copy
Dig in somethin' deeper and you'll peep that were not free
It's not about the seperation, 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

What about my seal the flexin' beauty draw?
What about my seal the flexin' beauty draw?

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 person's perception

When I'm mad as fuck, you get shot, and to some, it's bad luck
I believe you held somethin' back for too long
It grew strong, and enegy has 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 asshole
And still seen as another face on the totem pole

Conquer, my sponsors are monsters
And everybody thinks that I owe 'em 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