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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
Cuz 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 Smithsonium my podiums for holy hymns
But you see whos controlling them
F**k myself off cuz 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 cheer 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 (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
Cuz 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 differen’t in some ways
But we still grouped together like a f**kin survey
Sufferin and f**k 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 whats occurrin
A lot of white boys like the style and copy
Dig in something deeper and youll peep that were not free
It’s not about the seperation its about the population

Simple minded people always poin’t 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 f**k you get shot
To tis(?) so is bad luck
I believe you held something back for too long
It grew strong
And enegy has 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
cuz it’s easy to see the pain and strife and end it all tonight

I’m caught in the grip of the city Madness (X4)

Discovery:  Del the Funkee Homosapien         Wiki [+]           Myspace [+]

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I wanna devise
a virus
To bring dire straits to your environment
Crush your corporations with a mild touch
Trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus
I want to make a super virus
Strong enough to cause blackouts in every single metropolis
Cuz they dont wanna unify us
So fuck it total anarchy
Can’t nobody stop us

You see late in
the evening
Fucked up on my computer and my mind starts roaming
I create like a heathen
The first cycles of this virus I can send through a modem
Infiltration hits your station
No microsoft or enhanced dos will impede
Society thinks thier safe when
Bingo! harddrive crashes from the rendering
Alot of hackers tryed virus’s before
Vaporize your text like so much white out
I want it where a file replication is a chore
Lights out shut down the entire whitehouse
I dont want just a bug that could be corrected
Im erecting immaculate design
Break the nation down section by section
Even to the greatest minds its impossible to find

I wanna devise
a virus
to bring dire straits to your environment
crush your corporations with a mild touch
trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus

I want to develop a super virus
Better by far then that old y 2 k
This 3030 the time of global unification break right through they
terminals, burn em all
Slaves to silicon
Curupt politicians with leaders and thier keywords
F.B.I and spys stealin bombs
Decipitate thier plans in thier face and catch the fever
Everybody loot the stores get your caned goods
Even space stations are having a hard time
Beast keeepers seek to take our manhood
Which results in the form of global aparthied
Ghettos are trash dumps with gas pumps
Exploding and burnt out since before the great union
The last punks walk around like masked monks
Ready to manipulate the data base and break through em
Human rights come in a hudreth place
Mass production has always been number one
New Earth has become a repungnent place
So its time to spread the fear and the thunder some

I wanna devise a virus
to bring dire straits to your environment
crush your corporations with a mild touch
trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus
I wanna devise a virus
to bring dire straits to your environment
crush your corporations with a mild touch
trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus

Discovery: Dan the Automator               Wiki [+]                     Myspace [+]

[Del]

Transmutation, brand new statements
I’ll have you gapin, open
Check it out y’all

Now let’s see – Deltron Z
Art avenger, let’s start the adventure
Hit ya with nerve gas, absurd blasts
Crashin space craft, I’m bio-enhanced
Hiero advanced series, monstrous evolution
Headed, tooth and nail, scoop the trail
Super-sleuth, a new race
Mad creator, savage nature
World Wide Web, the ebb and flow
Light years from watchful eyes while my thoughts provide
objectives to ostracize the pompous prophecies
Underground societies are hard to lead
Asteroid surfing, castor-oil burping
The darkest side of humanity animated
The grand awakening, plan to take it in
I demand your patronage, mobilize my battletanks
With clusters small, NTR’s to empty Mars
Many MC’s cruise low earth orbit
Easier for me to use my search warrant
Drift by a star, absorb it, and store it
Leave tourists pourous, my galaxy’s gorgeous
Quantum jump – I’m right at your doorstep

[Kid Koala cuts:]
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(I know perfectly well what it is you’re talking about)
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(even if the record skips, I still rip)

[Del]
Now I catch more wreck with fast ignition
My last decision, pulse amplification
Terror with napalm, I want y’all to stay calm
Alien annihilation, I stay armed to the grill piece and kill beef
20 percent matter, 30 percent is energy
Assimilating to become a living being
Evaporative radiation fades your station
I get high as aviation

[Kid Koala cuts:]
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
(reactors on)
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(even if the record skips, I still rip

[Del]
I rise like helium, you’re falling rapidly
Trapped in apathy, while I track your speed
I’m what you call a legend, dominance with armageddon
Gives me a warm reception
Verbal war with weapons, installation
Blowin the star dust, distance twelve parsecs
Enthuse your phalanx with my literary talents
Just a bit of balance, rip the silence
in space, all-star systems are our victims
Atomics, anonymous with ominous
implications of information, or information, and entertainment
Cyber-tech dialect, you gotta earn my respect
I’m like Gamera to amateurs, hit em with a cannonball
And in all this confusion
The fusion of music and mind precipitates translucent illusions
Search the ruins with Automator
Hit the walls with a carbonator
Hit-or-missiles, just regenerate
The sonic soldiers allow us to demonstrate
Emergency dispatch, skyscrapers ripped back
from the impact, their flow is mismatched
My style’s protected by heat shields and ceramics
Don’t panic, I landed on planet Mercury
Gave it atmosphere, set up my headquarters
I’ll never get captured here
Rap your tear clap your ear with Soulsonic Mantronik phonics
Turn your brain to an omelette
I’ll hold a comet in bondage, with my dominance
Take a space shuttle to escape trouble
Bounce through the Milky Way
Not many MC’s feel this way

[Kid Koala cuts:]
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(yeah yeah, what is it now)
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(even if the record skips, I still rip)

Discovery: Kid Kola  Wikipedia [+]         Official Website [+]

Yeah. I know. Summer’s like, over. BUT this video could NOT be posted once found. I dedicate this to Bosco and Ashley because of all the sweet sweet moves.

Yes Yes yall, and ya don’t stop lol. One time for hip-hop. Last week I hit yall with a Bambatta and Soul Sonic Force exploration. And thats just what we’re doing here, exploring. But we’re gonna call it Discovery?. Its like we all explore together and we discover shyt, that easy. And for this Discovery? we are visiting Deltron 3030 which was release sometime in 2000. I was put on to this by Dosa and Tunde back in 2008, and the second it hit my ears I was like “Whaaaaat is this!?!” So, I did a little more home work on it and its a pretty big deal (excluding those who already familiar). From what I’ve found, I do feel like this is concept of all concept albums to my knowledge. I think Del the Funkee Homo Sapien of the archetypal underground hip-hop collective Hieroglyphics, really full bodies the whole project. I mean dude really takes it there for hip-hop/rap by just doing something that really hasn’t been done before. He takes the core elements of futuristic sci-fi that we find so captivating and fascinating, throws them into bottle with true emceeing and just spits it all out, bar for bar! Del’s way original futuristic flow (keep in mind this came out in 2000 way before Young LA and futuristic swagg move lol) hits you up side the head, like “wtf am I hearing?” dropping lines with shyt about cyber war lords, nueromancers, gravity control, nanoseconds, and bouncing through portals. The coolest thing about it is he take the lyrics to a whole other dimension while keeping one foot on the ground without “going over the head” with it by putting it all in a cohesive story. Of course Del doesn’t pull off this high-wire, genre bending, lyrical massacre all on his own. To really put the project together Del is accompanied by Dan the Automator, (producer) and Kid Kola (DJ). Dan the Automator master crafts the tracks by drawing an audiable landscape for each track with an errier outerspace, post-galatic war kinda feel, while Kid Kola lends turntablist surgery to tracks throughout the album. And together they bring you Deltron 3030, a space hip-hop opera set in the distant year 3030. The concept album’s story centers around protagonists Deltron Zero ( the Funkee Homosapien’s alter ego ) and his sidekicks Automator and Kola, as they battle cooperate oligarchy control through physic matter rap battles; in addition to, random blurbs of spectacular uncommon subject matter that fill the album. But you be the experiencer, because throughout this whole week I’ll be posting up tracks and lyrics. And on friday we’ll see what group was totally inspired by the whole deltron 3030 project. Enjoy +

Yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, hero, not no small feat
its all heat in this day and age,
i rage your grave,
anything it takes to save the day
nueromancer, perfect blend of technology and magic
use my rappin so you all could see the hazards
plus entertainment where many are brainless
we cultivated the lost art of study and i brought a buddy
automator harder slayer fascinating combinations
cyber warlords are activating abominations
arm a nation with hatred we ain’t with that
we high-tech archeologists searching for nicknacks
composing musical stimpacks the song
crack the motor what you think you rappin for?
I used to be a mech soldier but I didn’t respect orders
I had to step forward, tell them this ain’t for us
living in a post-apocalyptic world morbid and horrid
the secrets of the past they horded
now we just borded on a futuristic spacecraft
no mistakes black its our music we must take back

yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator

yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator

yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator

del i’m feeling like a ghost in a shell
i wrote this in jail playing host to a cell
for the pure verbal, they said my sentance was equivalent to
murder
just another hurdle, i bounced through a portal
i knew they had the mindstate of mere mortals
my ears morphed to receptors to catch ya
every word about gravity control
and the families they hold for handsome ransoms
on the run with a handgun blast bioforms, I am more
than a planetwide manhunt with cannons
will make me abondon my foolish plan of uprising
f**k dying I hijack a mech
controlling with my magical chance so battle advance
through centuries a hip hop legacy, megaspeed
hyperwarp to automator’s crib and light the torch

they can’t fight the force,
victory is ours once we strike the source
enterprising wise men look to the horizon
thinking more capitalism is the wisdom
and in prison all citizens in power with rythm
we keep the funk alive by talking with idioms

yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator

yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator

yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator

isn’t eternal evil concerned with thievery
medieval prehistoric rhetoric well we ahead of that
lay it down with soundwaves that pound pavement
original minstrals my central processing unit
is in tune with my heart for this art
not artificial cuz that makes it hard to miss you
copy cats finish last in the human race
staying glued to safes to prude to take a buddah brak
we got [espers] that let us bless with fresh shit
undetected by yes men questing for five fleeting nanoseconds of
fame
protecting the brain from conspiracies against my cosmos
while i float to neo-tokyo with opio
or discuss combusitible rust clusters with plus
evade cyber police in a computer crib confuse the kids
but I can make a kickin rhymes thats sacred
telepathic mind that takes its greatness from the matrix [esper]

rhyme professor rushes in ultra pressures with correction
measures
why half the worlds a desert
canibals eat human brains for dessert
buried under deap dirt, mobility innert
i insert these codes for the cataclysm
ever since I had the vision use my magnitism
in this modern metropolis they tries to lock us up
under preposterous laws thats not for us

yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator

yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator

yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator

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