Madness

I'm caught in the grip of the city madness

Where every leak or info is hard to swallow
When you and your cutty is talkin' shit about me outside
Sorta like a phantom holographic handsome
And people think they make music still
It grew strong

And still seen as another face on the totem pole
They say we're not compatible like deers and cows and owls
So many rules and regulations say you're not allowed
Everybody's suspect I must check your ID
'Coz you lookin' sheisty, you might be intelligence
I'm caught in the grip of the city madness
I must appeal to you people with your faculties
'Coz everybody else is gonna laugh at me
People take pride in what they have no hand in

No, I can't slap you no five
Put niggas on the moon and can't pay your burdens
Why should I hate you, we ain't that different?
When I drop the law against nature be faithful
For better or worse, so let it situate
I'm glad I love music and life

But you see who's controlling them
I smoke herb and rock a turban
Everybody want to be a producer

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
Conquer, my sponsors are monsters
I'm caught in the grip of the city madness
I'm caught in the grip of the city madness
We may act different in some ways
Paid out the asshole
When I'm mad as fuck you get shot
Someone that Del's against, opposite or positive
Everybody want to tell ya the meaning of the music
And everybody thinks that I owe them one
Sufferin' and fuck 'em all's the motto
I'm caught in the grip of the city madness
That's what happens when humanity you follow
It all depends on the persons perception

Dig in something deeper and you'll peep that we're not free
If I had to describe the way I survive, it's like vice squeezin'
Just because his peers jeer and and clown

I'm caught in the grip of the city madness
'Coz it's easy to see the pain and strife and end it all tonight

Everybody want to be a DJ

And to some it's bad luck
In the year three thousand and thirty
But deep inside he wants to do what his man done

Meditate on the world and what's occurrin'
In the year three thousand and thirty
Sell your Marlboro's and car insurance
Simple minded people always point the finger
It's not about the separation, it's about the population
People try to get over and take a crack at me
I get to make records and dough
And energy got its own will
Fuck myself off 'coz of the egotistical mode I'm in
Heathens will breed heathens so
I'm trapped in a bottle, my music's gettin' hollow
But music is there without you or me, we just manipulate
When all paths are intersections
The universe is one and I can see what rap can be glorious
But we still grouped together like a fuckin' survey
A lot of white boys like the style and copy

I believe you held something back for too long
In the year three thousand and thirty
I'm caught in the grip of the city madness
I'm caught in the grip of the city madness
The reason I'm black and still breathin'
Put in the Smithsonian, my podiums for holy hymns
When your six foot deep no one hears you now

To bring it to a close as if life is their role, their path