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 skills  medic fulfills
 Contact react to style I'm back you lack
 Channels and handles  Automator's on the panels
 Turnin knobs you slobs suckers like Baskin Robs
 Carvel don't tell your whole crew is ice cream fudge
 Rappers that budge  makin moves step in grooves
 And ride the pace like at thirty-three dark shades
 Now you seein me
 Rap moves on to the year three thousand
 Three thousand!
 Three thousand!
 Three thousand!
 Let me shuffle red red red see the black heart it ain't 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 won't stop like hip-hop
 keeps growing, sick of sick of showing
 Scratches in matress business money reattaches worldwide
 deep inside stops the diamond rocks
 In a million world, billion world, quitrillion world
 Rap moves on to the year three thousand
 Three thousand!
 Three thousand!
 Three thousand!
 Three thousand!
 As space I've 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 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