Three thousand

Three thousand

I crank up lyrical flows spit Spats what's that

The pattern records don't touch the dats yo

Channels and handles Automator's on the panels

Rappers that budge making moves step in grooves

Now you seeing me

Rap moves on to the year three thousand

Three thousand thousand thousand thousand

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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

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 three thousand

Three three thousand

Three thousand

Three thousand

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As studies have 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 homie'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 three thousand

Three thousand thousand thousand thousand

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