3000 Songtext
von Dr. Octagon

3000!
3000!

I crank up lyrical flows, spit spats, what′s that?
The pattern records, don't touch the dats, yo
Check out the pro skills, medic fulfills
Contact react to style, I′m back, you lack

Channels and handles, automator's on the panels
Turnin' knobs, you slobs suckers like baskin′ robs
Carvel don′t tell, your whole crew is ice cream fudge
Rappers that budge, makin' moves, step in grooves
And ride the pace like at 33 dark shades, now you seein′ me
Rap moves on to the year 3000

3000!
3000!
3000!


Let me shuffle, red, red, red, see the black heart it ain't hard
Pick and choose, you lose, oops, you lost
Check out the boss on Broadway down to walkways
Suckers with mics that end up with tooth decay
I, the doctor, stop ya, in your world, rock ya
Heads bop, forever tunes and they won′t stop like hip-hop keeps growing

Sick of, sick of showing
Scratches in mattress business money reattaches worldwide
Deep inside stops the diamond rocks
In a million world, billion world, quadrillion world
Rap moves on to the year 3000

3000!
3000!
3000!
3000!

As space, I've shown participator acts walk up, clog up and mess up
Water down the sound, that comes from the ghetto
In the middle, the core you tour explore
Experience what is real, you feel, changing ways
Commercial rap′s in the grave, stuff on disc that's very wack that you saved

You think it's good, won′t go platinum or even turn wood
Sell the cassette, your homey′s tape deck gets wet
You my pet, my poodle chicken noodle's on the rise
Open your eyes and see my life
Rap moves on to the year 3000!


3000!
3000!
3000!
3000!