[Produced by Dan The Automator] [Hook Dr. Octagon] Three thousand! Three thousand! [Verse 1] I crank up lyrical flows, spit Spats, whats that? The pattern records, dont touch the DATs, yo Check out the proskills, medic fulfills Contact react to style, Im backyou lack Channels and handles, Automators on the panels Turning knobs, you slobs suckers like BaskinRobbs Carvel dont tellyour whole crew is ice cream fudge Rappers that budge, making moves step in grooves And ride the pace like at thirtythree dark shades Now you seeing me Rap moves on to the year three thousand [Hook] Three thousand! Three thousand! Three thousand! [Verse 2] Let me shufflered, red, red, see the black card, it aint 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 wont stop like hiphop 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 [Hook] Three thousand! Three thousand! Three thousand! Three thousand! [Verse 3] 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 raps in the grave, stuff on disc thats very wack That you saved, you think its good wont go platinum Or even turn wood, sell the cassette Your homies tape deck gets wet You my pet, my poodle chicken noodles on the rise Open your eyes and see my life Rap moves on to the year three thousand! [Hook] Three thousand! Three thousand! Three thousand! Three thousand!
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