Madness
Dan the Automator & Del the Funky Homosapien 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

Fuck 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' shit 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 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 Marlboro's 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 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 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 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 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