Dan The Automator - 3000 lyrics

[Production by Dan the Automator] Three thousand!!! Three thousand!! I crank up lyrical flows, spit Spats, what's that The pattern records, don't touch the DATs, yo Check out the pro sk**s, medic fulfills Contact react to style I'm back you lack Channels and handles, Automator's on the panels Turning knobs you slobs s**ers like Baskin Robs Carvel don't tell your whole crew is ice cream fudge Rappers that budge, making moves step in grooves And ride the pace like at thirty-three dark shades Now you seeing me Rap moves on to the year three thousand Three thousand! Three thousand! Three thousand! Let me shuffle red red red see the black card it ain't hard Pick and choose you lose oops you lost Check out the boss on Broadway down to walkways s**ers 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 three thousand Three thousand! Three thousand! Three thousand! Three thousand! 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 ca**ette 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 three thousand! Three thousand!! Three thousand!! Three thousand!! Three thousand!!!