The Year 2020
DaForce Lyrics
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FLUSH IT
RAP
yEAHHH YEAHHHH THE 9 HEAVEN YALL
THE ULTIMATE CHAMPIONSHIP MIC BATTLING, MC'S TAPOUT WHEN IM MIC HANDLING
PUT ON YOUR VISUALS LIKE 3D COMPETITION BY ELIMINATION BE LEE GEE 21ST CENTURY'S LIKE
A PRESENT DREAM IN THE NEXT DIMENSION CROWDS LIKE A FIEND. DEY WANNA BATTLE TO THE
DEATH MIND COLLIDING AIN'T NO CHOICE TO ENTER FOLKS BE HIDING K9'S SEARCH EM DOWN
LIKE NARCOTICS, LIKE FUTURISTIC COPS BE PROGRAMMED ROBOTICS, AINT NO WHIT CHALK
LAZERS OUTLINE THE BLOCK AND YOU GET DONE IN IF YOU AINT ROCK DA CROWD ENOUGH
AINT NO THING AS HARD OR SOFT OR EAST OR WEST YOUR EXISTANCE IS CUT OFF
CHORUS
THE YEAR 2020
RAP
THIS BATTLES DESIGNED FOR CELEBRITY MCS, SET UP BY THE PEOPLES TO RUN THE INDUSTRY
NOW YOUR RAPPING FOR YOUR LIFE IN A COLISEUM THE YEAR 2020 ROBOTS REPLACE HUMAN BEINGS
RAPPERS LOCKED DOWN LIKE A CAMP IN DEPRESSION, NO SUCH THINGS AS RECORD COMPANIES
OR STUDIO SESSIONS, CAGED MATCHES CUZ ITS ON NO STUMBLING MISTAKES DISQUALIFICATION
MEANS THAT YOUR GONE, YOUR MINDS BEEN REPROGRAMED TO FIGHT DARES NO LOVE UP IN
HERE TONIGHT AND IF YOUR OUTTA LINE YOUR GETTING ZAPPS BY THE 357 PHAZER GATS
AND IF YOUR GOOD ENOUGH THAT MEANS YOU CAN WORK FOR THE BOSS, YOUR BETTER OFF
LIKE THAT THAN GETTING TOSSED YOU GOTTA DIG AND PUSH SOME BOULDERS AND IF YOU REFUSE
YOU SEE FIRING SQUADS OVER YOUR SHOULDER.
CHORUS
THE YEAR 2020
RAP
IF YOU LOSE YOUR BATTLE YOUR LOCKED UP IN ISOLATION, THEN THE NEXT DAY TERMINATION
INFRONT OF THE WHOLE NATION, CUZ RAPS BECOME A SPORT ON SATELLITE TV 30 SECONDS
TO MOURN HERE COMES A PRIEST WITH A CB, CHANGING MY FLOWS THEY BE SCANNING MY MIND
PREDICTING THE NEXT RHYME BUT I GOT SOMETHING DIFFERENT FOR THEM THIS TIME
GOTTA STAY ALIVE WITH MY INTA-LECT, THEY ALREADY THINK IM GONNA START MY RHYME WITH A
MIC CHECK, NOW YOU KNOW HOW MANY MC'S WOULDA BEEN DEAD ALREADY, THEY ENTER THE DOME
NIGHTMARES LIKE FREDDY, THEY SWITCH UP THE BEAT TRY TO CHANGE MY FLOW, BUT THEY COULDN'T MESS
ME UP THO CUZ I KICKED IT SLO, YEA SHACKLED FROM ANKLES TO WRIST, RAPPING BOUT FROM THE ABYSS
FROM HEAD TO TOE SWET DRENCHES, SQUARE AFF TELL YOUR BO SSS THAT I SENT THIS
IT THE YEAR 2020 NOT TOO FRIENDLY..........
In DaForce's song "The Year 2020," the rapper presents a dystopian future where rap battles have become a deadly sport. The battles are televised and controlled by a boss, with robots replacing human beings as the audience. The stakes are extremely high as losing a battle means being locked up in isolation and potentially facing termination in front of the whole nation. The MCs don't have any record companies or studio sessions to rely on and have to battle for their lives in a coliseum. The lyrics depict a society where entertainment has become brutal and violent, with no regard for human life.
Line by Line Meaning
FLUSH IT
Forget about the past; move on from it.
THE ULTIMATE CHAMPIONSHIP MIC BATTLING, MC'S TAPOUT WHEN IM MIC HANDLING
I am a top-tier rapper and all my opponents quit when they face me.
IT'S LIKE THIS THEY AINT NO JUDGES OR REFEREES GOT PARAMEDICS RIGHT HARE FOR INJURED MC'S
There are no judges or referees in rap battles, but there are medics on standby to help injured rappers.
PUT ON YOUR VISUALS LIKE 3D COMPETITION BY ELIMINATION BE LEE GEE 21ST CENTURY'S LIKE A PRESENT DREAM IN THE NEXT DIMENSION CROWDS LIKE A FIEND
Visualize this rap battle like a 3D elimination competition, with audiences excited for this futuristic showdown.
DEY WANNA BATTLE TO THE DEATH MIND COLLIDING AIN'T NO CHOICE TO ENTER FOLKS BE HIDING K9'S SEARCH EM DOWN LIKE NARCOTICS
The rappers want to battle fiercely, but if you don't want to fight, we'll search and find you anyway.
LIKE FUTURISTIC COPS BE PROGRAMMED ROBOTICS, AINT NO WHIT CHALK LAZERS OUTLINE THE BLOCK
The security is high-tech and like programmed robots, with laser borders instead of traditional white chalk.
YOU GET DONE IN IF YOU AINT ROCK DA CROWD ENOUGH AINT NO THING AS HARD OR SOFT OR EAST OR WEST YOUR EXISTANCE IS CUT OFF
If you can't impress the crowd, you'll be eliminated. The distinction between hard/soft or east/west doesn't exist here.
THIS BATTLES DESIGNED FOR CELEBRITY MCS, SET UP BY THE PEOPLES TO RUN THE INDUSTRY NOW YOUR RAPPING FOR YOUR LIFE IN A COLISEUM THE YEAR 2020 ROBOTS REPLACE HUMAN BEINGS
This rap battle was designed for celebrity MCs and sponsored by industry leaders, where rappers are battling for survival in a coliseum, with robots replacing humans.
RAPPERS LOCKED DOWN LIKE A CAMP IN DEPRESSION, NO SUCH THINGS AS RECORD COMPANIES OR STUDIO SESSIONS, CAGED MATCHES CUZ ITS ON NO STUMBLING MISTAKES DISQUALIFICATION MEANS THAT YOUR GONE
Rappers are stuck in depersonalizing confinement, with no record labels or studio time allowed, and mistakes lead to disqualification, or maybe even termination.
YOUR MINDS BEEN REPROGRAMOD TO FIGHT DARES NO LOVE UP IN HERE TONIGHT AND IF YOUR OUTTA LINE YOUR GETTING ZAPPS BY THE 357 PHAZER GATS
Your mind has been reprogrammed to fight, and love is not present. If you step out of line, you'll be punished with a 357 Phazer shot.
IF YOUR GOOD ENOUGH THAT MEANS YOU CAN WORK FOR THE BOSS, YOUR BETTER OFF LIKE THAT THAN GETTING TOSSED YOU GOTTA DIG AND PUSH SOME BOULDERS AND IF YOU REFUSE YOU SEE FIRING SQUADS OVER YOUR SHOULDER
If you're skilled enough, you can work for the boss rather than being terminated. However, you have to work hard, and if you refuse, you'll see firing squads.
IF YOU LOSE YOUR BATTLE YOUR LOCKED UP IN ISOLATION, THEN THE NEXT DAY TERMINATION INFRONT OF THE WHOLE NATION, CUZ RAPS BECOME A SPORT ON SATELLITE TV 30 SECONDS TO MOURN HERE COMES A PRIEST WITH A CB
If you lose your battle, you'll be locked up and eliminated the next day in front of the nation. Raps have become a sport on satellite TV, and there's no time to grieve for the fallen rapper as a priest announces their passing.
CHANGING MY FLOWS THEY BE SCANNING MY MIND PREDICTING THE NEXT RHYME BUT I GOT SOMETHING DIFFERENT FOR THEM THIS TIME GOTTA STAY ALIVE WITH MY INTA-LECT
They're trying to read my mind to predict my next rhyme, but I have something new for them this time. I need to stay sharp with my intellect to survive.
YA SHACKLED FROM ANKLES TO WRIST, RAPPING BOUT FROM THE ABYSS FROM HEAD TO TOE SWET DRENCHES, SQUARE AFF TELL YOUR BO SSS THAT I SENT THIS
I am shackled from ankles to wrists, rapping from a place of darkness with sweat covering me. Tell your boss that I sent this message.
Contributed by Mason V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.