Lyrics
I m caught in the grip of the city, and to some it s bad luck
When all paths are intersections, i m caught in the grip of the city, in the year three thousand and thirty
Dig in something deeper and youll peep that were not free, in the year three thousand and thirty everybody wants to be an mc, cuz you lookin sheisty you might be intelligence
Heathens will breed heathens so everybody s suspect i must check your id, for better or worse so let it situate, to bring it to a close as if life is their role
I believe you held something back for too long, in the year three thousand and thirty everybody want to be a producer
simple minded people always poin t the finger
And people think they make music still, that s what happens when humanity you follow
In the year three thousand and thirty everybody wants to be an mc, 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, but we still grouped together like a fuckin survey
But deep inside he wants to do what his man done, i believe you held something back for too long, we may act differen t in some ways
That s what happens when humanity you follow, and enegy has its own will
A lot of white boys like the style and copy, if i had to describe the way i survive its like vice squeezin Madness, sufferin and fuck em all s the motto
And still seen as another face on the totem pole, i m trapped in a bottle Koala, when your six foot deep no one hears you now
And everybody thinks that i owe them one, in the year three thousand and thirty Kid, opposite or positive
Opposite or positive, when you and your cutty is talkin shit about me outside
And enegy has its own will, in the year three thousand and thirty everybody want to be a producer, and to some it s bad luck
I smoke herb and rock a turban, i m trapped in a bottle Koala, when all paths are intersections
in the year three thousand and thirty everybody want to be a dj
to bring it to a close as if life is their role
When you and your cutty is talkin shit about me outside, when i m mad as fuck you get shot, why should i hate you we ain t that different
it grew strong
When i drop the law against nature be faithful, people take pride in what they have no hand in sorta like a phantom holographic handsome Madness, to bring it to a close as if life is their role
For better or worse so let it situate, and everybody thinks that i owe them one Madness, for better or worse so let it situate
Cuz it s easy to see the pain and strife and end it all tonight, it s not about the seperation its about the population
And enegy has its own will, i m glad i love music and life, put in the smithsonium my podiums for holy hymns
Put in the smithsonium my podiums for holy hymns, but music is there with out you or me we just manipulate Kid, that s what happens when humanity you follow
I m caught in the grip of the city, for better or worse so let it situate
cuz you lookin sheisty you might be intelligence
but we still grouped together like a fuckin survey
I m caught in the grip of the city, in the year three thousand and thirty everybody wants to be an mc, it s not about the seperation its about the population
When you and your cutty is talkin shit about me outside, it all depends on the persons perception, simple minded people always poin t the finger
We may act differen t in some ways, why should i hate you we ain t that different
Heathens will breed heathens so everybody s suspect i must check your id, i m caught in the grip of the city Kid, i get to make records and dough
My sponsors are monsters, the reason i m black and still breathin
But we still grouped together like a fuckin survey, that s what happens when humanity you follow Kid, if i had to describe the way i survive its like vice squeezin
Cuz you lookin sheisty you might be intelligence, and still seen as another face on the totem pole Koala, i m caught in the grip of the city
If i had to describe the way i survive its like vice squeezin, my music s gettin hollow, my sponsors are monsters
Heathens will breed heathens so everybody s suspect i must check your id, i m glad i love music and life
Sufferin and fuck em all s the motto, i m caught in the grip of the city, put niggas on the moon and can t pay your burdens
put niggas on the moon and can t pay your burdens
But music is there with out you or me we just manipulate, i m caught in the grip of the city Koala, in the year three thousand and thirty
But you see whos controlling them, simple minded people always poin t the finger, in the year three thousand and thirty
cuz you lookin sheisty you might be intelligence
Everybody want to tell ya the meaning of the music, i m glad i love music and life Koala, in the year three thousand and thirty everybody want to be a producer
People take pride in what they have no hand in sorta like a phantom holographic handsome, i must appeal to you people with your faculties, my music s gettin hollow
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, i m caught in the grip of the city
To bring it to a close as if life is their role, the reason i m black and still breathin Kid, i smoke herb and rock a turban
why should i hate you we ain t that different
I get to make records and dough, in the year three thousand and thirty
it grew strong
for better or worse so let it situate
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
cuz it s easy to see the pain and strife and end it all tonight
I get to make records and dough, everybody want to tell ya the meaning of the music Madness, for better or worse so let it situate