Deltron 3030 - Turbulance (remix)
I envision turbulence and murder since it's an everyday occurrenceIt's 3030, yo, I get my hands dirty? a pure breed, medically insured weedFuck the system, non-conformist humansWalk around because of their ordinance, just ornamentsSuper-thugs use computer bugs, all ignoramusesReduced to savage half-beasts off a crack pieceNot me, I'm shit-faced, which way but looseIn a hovercraft, not no bubble-bath, turbo-boostFuck Earth, I want to live on Mars somewhat closer to the starsAnd farther away from dumb civilization with no mental stimulationThey changed the constitution for your red white and blue friendsExterminate nuisance, no one listens to what you saidThe online is touching your headWith brainwashing, with propaganda about your fearless leaderWho got two hundred body guards so you can't touch him eitherBodies disappear, obviously of fearLobbyists can't get near shitEverybody's spirits are under controlComputers run with the soulElitists defeat us, they live by the beachesBubbledome over the hemisphere, so you can't enter hereWe live in the dumps with mutant rodentsWith blood red eyes, saliva drips for opponentsScratch your ID chip off cuz everybody own itI envision turbulence and murder since it's an everyday occurrence (3x)They only teach high-tech in private portablesThat float above commoners, they'd soon as bomb it firstAdvanced safety features, from contact with creaturesWho either slave their lives away in outdated factoriesOr may be bounty hunters in a land of apathyI'm Butch Cassidy, style wild, uncontainedI steal computer disk files, drink water from drainsMetal detectors check ya, ? reflectors in every sectorWhile I drink electric nectarNo one believes inspectors and spooksThey just lecture the youth about having respect and couthToward the US, and you guessed itThe rest get imprisoned or incisions in their medullaNo president, we have a ruler"You are to be inside by 9 o'clock or we will shoot ya"Missile launchers haunt ya in your nightmaresIt ain't quite fair, little tykes ain't preparedThey've got your wife naked bare in the subwayFor some thug play, neo-punks with cerebral pumpsFor enhanced recognition of politicians and witchesSenior citizens are disposed against their wishesAliens landed and said our planet wasn't worth invadinCuz all the natural resources are fadin
Channel: Music
Uploaded: January 1, 1970 at 12:59 am
Author: diinero0
Length: 03:31
Rating: 4.88
Views: 11303
Tags: del funkee hip-hop homosapien rap tha
Video Comments
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halonkandy (January 1, 1970 at 12:59 am)
lol
darphinparis (January 1, 1970 at 12:59 am)
if it was the year 3030 thats what id be sayin
Darkstar309 (January 1, 1970 at 12:59 am)
AAAHHH this song gives me chills down my spineone of his most groundbreaking songs...very brutal rap
FATIGUEDOUT (January 1, 1970 at 12:59 am)
"fuck earth, I wanna live on mars".....???...df is this nigga thinkin.
LEDO777 (January 1, 1970 at 12:59 am)
original beat is downer
bboySTOICone (January 1, 1970 at 12:59 am)
missile launchers haunt ya in your nightmares, i dont think its quite fair, little tikes aint prepared, they got your wife naked bare in the subway for some thug play. best part.
abbazabba626 (January 1, 1970 at 12:59 am)
they think they the pure breed medically insured weedmetal detectors check ya with reflectors in every sector
darphinparis (January 1, 1970 at 12:59 am)
to both you, its "so im closer to the stars"
dankbudz024 (January 1, 1970 at 12:59 am)
"i smoke herb and rock a turban"-del the funky homo
eddie071587 (January 1, 1970 at 12:59 am)
30 30 medically insured weed HELL YA, super thugz half of a crack piece |
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