Madness Lyrics - Deltron 3030 Instrumental Version - Deltron 3030

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 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 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 [Repeat x4] 

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 what's 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 [Repeat x4] 

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 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 owe them 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 [Repeat x4]