Count your blessings Walk the line Don′t move too fast Or fall behind There are rules you must obey They get re-written by the day Don′t do this - don′t say that Your every move is logged and tracked By the all oppressive eye Spy satellites in friendly skies
The new american century Has only just begun No one exempt from the tragedy Counterattack start pushing back
Fight the power That chokes your speech Fight the power That makes you bleed Fight the power That propogates lies To keep you weak Keep you in line Fight the power that reigns you in Divides and conquers Defines your sin Fight the power For one and all Before the power swallows us whole
No one dares to say a word Our panic drives all human herds In the land where cash is king Our silence bought and sold for free The future′s banging on our door When real I.D. will be the law Love thy neighbor and turn him in It′s call patriotism
The world is watching in disbelief Chanting shame on you How can you stand by so quietly Letting them rape your liberties
You can′t be bothered or concerned You see no reason for alarm Prejudice, religion hate Usher in new mandate Absolute and resolved One nation under one god Lack of interest has its price As we′re stripped of all our rights
Those who cannot learn from history Are doomed to repeat it!
Friends say it’s fine, friends say it’s good Everybody says it’s just like robin hood I move like a rat, talk like a cat, sting like a bee Babe I’m gonna be your man And it’s plain to see you were meant for me, yeah I’m your toy your twentieth century boy
Friends says it’s fine, friends says it’s good Everybody says it’s just like robin hood
Fly like a plane, drive like a car, hold out your hand Babe I’m gonna be your man And it’s plain to see you were meant for me, yeah I’m your boy your twentieth century toy
Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy
Friends say it’s fine, friends say it’s good Everybody says it’s just like rock ’n’ roll I move like a cat, talk like a rat, sting like a bee Babe I’m gonna be your man And it’s plain to see you were meant for me, yeah I’m your toy your twentieth century boy
Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy Twentieth century boy I wanna be your toy
Well, she′s fashionably lean, And she′s fashionably late, She′ll never rank a scene, She′ll never break a date; But she′s no drag, just watch the way she walks, She′s a Twentieth Century Fox, She′s a Twentieth Century Fox; No tears, no fears, no ruined years, no clocks She′s a Twentieth Century Fox
She′s the queen of cool, And she′s the lady who waits, Since her mind left school, It never hesitates; She won′t waste time on elementary talk, She′s a Twentieth Century Fox, She′s a Twentieth Century Fox; Got the world locked up inside a plastic box; She′s a Twentieth Century Fox
Freedom of speech and that of information. To gather in prayer and for demonstrations. Freedom to choose. Freedom found driving a car. To posess a remote control and the right to arm. Supermarket. Machine gun. Voices talk from inside. Unemployment and touchdown. Holy book full of lies. Suicidal intentions. There′s no kingdom up high. Presidential elections. Superman never dies.
Genetic disortion and UN resolutions. Pro-life and abortions. The final solution. Vivi-section. Disorder. Cosmetique for the disabled. Civil crime watch camcorder. Cocained soft drink containers. Amusement and passion. Files on serial killers. Abusement and fashion. Queenies Asshole refillers. Read my lips. Need I say there′s a lot of shit on the hill. But it all fits in the grave. Somewhat more darkness and chill.
Sociopath. Psychopath. Autograph. Schizofrenia. Empathy. Biography. All humanity. Majority. Minority. But then regardless of which it′s a fucking damn assorted century.
Sociopath. Psychopath. Autograph. Schizofrenia. Empathy. Biography. All humanity. Majority. Minority. But then regardless of which it′s a fucking damn assorted Century.
All the creatures on the beach′s making waves in the motion picture what you keep is in between us search and seizure wake up venus
The dollar bill will return your ill pill Mom and dad take your dont be sad pill Turn the screw and twist my language Dont forsake me im contagious
Chrous:
Theres a reason for the 21st century Not to sure but i know that its meant to be And that its meant to be
Its my favorite combination Comming down with the favorite nations Deep rotation, mutalation Learn to give and take dictation Ohh Ohh Ohh awww ohhh like cain and abel Ohh ohh ohh awww ohhh Time to run this table
Theres a reason for the 21st century Not to sure but i not that its meant to be And that its meant to be
Read me your scripture and Read me your scripture Read me your scripture and i will twist it Show me your wrist and i Show me your wrist and Show me your wrist and ill kiss it kiss it
Ohh ohh ohh awww ohhh Like cain and abel Ohh ohh ohh aww ohhh Time to run this table
Simple soldier hand it over Stop and read what you just told her Strangulation, ultercation All the sex and good vibration
Theres a reason for the 21st century Not to sure but i not that its meant to be And that its meant to be
Theres a reason for the 21st century Not to sure but i not that its meant to be And that its meant to be
[Ice Cube] Say you little son of a bitch, what choo tryin′ to be?
--when i′m big i wanna be a thug--
--you wanna be a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah) What choo know (about) a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah) You wanna see the bad guy?! Look at Ice Cube (yeah yeah), that′s the bad guy! You need people like him, can point cha fingas! Huh?! (yeah yeah) the fuck you know about this shit?! You ready to die?! O - K A Y Where is that, you ready? Cuz they ain′t touch the bad guy!!! oKay?--
I′m the nigga of the century
--oh, so zhuu a bad guy, c′mon prove it c′mon, you think you bad? How bad you are?!--
I′m the nigga of the century
-c′mon lets see how bad you are c′mon bad guy! C′MOAWNL!!!--
(verse one) {:41 We the worsest, all purpose You want murderers? well you Serve us, hattin′ motherfuckers with curb dust You heard us, don′t shit make us nervous Not even when these fuckin′ feds try to serve us Mention me, when you write it in your history As a nigger with the key to the mistery Grand motta ain word don′t mean shit to me Who gives a fuck what they think, and what they see Live how i got to live Give what i got to give Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative Hope to raise better kids The world needs a seditive, pray to god that we let him live
--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century --The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me
--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century --O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me
(verse two) {1:32 A nigga told me to keep hope alive Survive, and 95 ′ill get you paradise So i tried, nigga had to swallow his pride But look into my eyes, i′m too wise to cook fries Twelveth grade graduation, summer vacation Mama said get the facin′ on them applications Didn′t know back then, i was too young Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker What should i do in my life Reverend Price, do you got some advice Before i roll the dice A nigga don′t wanna shoot craps, cuz it ain′t all fun and games When you tryin′ to get that money mang Gangbang, maintain or slang cane T.V. got a nigga where he can′t use his brain What the fuck you talkin′ bout, choose or loose Bitch i don′t know the motherfuckin′ rules! (for real)
--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century --The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me
--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century --O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me
(verse three) {2:36 Who am i when it′s do or die You can see a man′s sould thru the human eye Can′t spend all your lifetime gettin′ high Cuz you and i got to do, for you and i Acktin′ wild as a jevenile Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial Wait-pow! these people ain′t playin′ now Got to bring 85 percent of the time now Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack In the jet black, listenin′ to ruff rap See it′s quite simple, you bitches ass niggas don′t know What i′ve been thru, the weather′s presedential The warfare′s mental, i sell my soul to the lord For the perfect instrumental And the number two pencil And all the hussle found in chromasones of my kinfolk
--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century --The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me
--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century --O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me
--yeah, ok ok ok ok, call loko take it easy mang, choo got it! Choo leave it the fuckin′ illest nigga to fuckin′ shit you! Dess no problem withs that! gawn′na fuck dat! June have a fuckin′ heart attack It′s over! EVERYBODY KNOWS NOW! It′s no fuckin′ secret Joo know dis motherfucker, O - K A Y ?!! It′s over! that′s it, die !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!!--
(Ice Cube - ′Pushsin Weight′ sample) {4:03 ~I got that bomb...bomb...tit-tit... Tity-tit...tity-tity...tity bomb...bomb...bomb w-when I hit you uhh uhh uhh...~
[Ice Cube] Say you little son of a bitch, what choo tryin′ to be?
--when i′m big i wanna be a thug--
--you wanna be a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah) What choo know (about) a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah) You wanna see the bad guy?! Look at Ice Cube (yeah yeah), that′s the bad guy! You need people like him, can point cha fingas! Huh?! (yeah yeah) the fuck you know about this shit?! You ready to die?! O - K A Y Where is that, you ready? Cuz they ain′t touch the bad guy!!! oKay?--
I′m the nigga of the century
--oh, so zhuu a bad guy, c′mon prove it c′mon, you think you bad? How bad you are?!--
I′m the nigga of the century
-c′mon lets see how bad you are c′mon bad guy! C′MOAWNL!!!--
(verse one) {:41 We the worsest, all purpose You want murderers? well you Serve us, hattin′ motherfuckers with curb dust You heard us, don′t shit make us nervous Not even when these fuckin′ feds try to serve us Mention me, when you write it in your history As a nigger with the key to the mistery Grand motta ain word don′t mean shit to me Who gives a fuck what they think, and what they see Live how i got to live Give what i got to give Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative Hope to raise better kids The world needs a seditive, pray to god that we let him live
--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century --The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me
--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century --O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me
(verse two) {1:32 A nigga told me to keep hope alive Survive, and 95 ′ill get you paradise So i tried, nigga had to swallow his pride But look into my eyes, i′m too wise to cook fries Twelveth grade graduation, summer vacation Mama said get the facin′ on them applications Didn′t know back then, i was too young Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker What should i do in my life Reverend Price, do you got some advice Before i roll the dice A nigga don′t wanna shoot craps, cuz it ain′t all fun and games When you tryin′ to get that money mang Gangbang, maintain or slang cane T.V. got a nigga where he can′t use his brain What the fuck you talkin′ bout, choose or loose Bitch i don′t know the motherfuckin′ rules! (for real)
--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century --The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me
--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century --O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me
(verse three) {2:36 Who am i when it′s do or die You can see a man′s sould thru the human eye Can′t spend all your lifetime gettin′ high Cuz you and i got to do, for you and i Acktin′ wild as a jevenile Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial Wait-pow! these people ain′t playin′ now Got to bring 85 percent of the time now Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack In the jet black, listenin′ to ruff rap See it′s quite simple, you bitches ass niggas don′t know What i′ve been thru, the weather′s presedential The warfare′s mental, i sell my soul to the lord For the perfect instrumental And the number two pencil And all the hussle found in chromasones of my kinfolk
--Cuz you bad guy!-- I′m the nigga of the century --The diamond scruff!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me
--You better mention me!-- I′m the nigga of the century --O - K A Y !!!-- All you niggas better mention me --Me that′s who!-- It ain′t no mystery Goin′ down in history, niggas better mention me
--yeah, ok ok ok ok, call loko take it easy mang, choo got it! Choo leave it the fuckin′ illest nigga to fuckin′ shit you! Dess no problem withs that! gawn′na fuck dat! June have a fuckin′ heart attack It′s over! EVERYBODY KNOWS NOW! It′s no fuckin′ secret Joo know dis motherfucker, O - K A Y ?!! It′s over! that′s it, die !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!!--
(Ice Cube - ′Pushsin Weight′ sample) {4:03 ~I got that bomb...bomb...tit-tit... Tity-tit...tity-tity...tity bomb...bomb...bomb w-when I hit you uhh uhh uhh...
We′ll correct collegiate mistakes, A shower of formal ideals, Completely soused, The hearts on our sleeves, As they drowned we could hear them screaming, "Oh what a tragic way to see our final days."
I attempt to talk up the town: "The answers are in the arches of the 20th Century Towers and in comfortable cars in motion."
And yet it still remains, this incessant refrain: "You′re just like the rest. Your restlessness makes you lazy."
Keeping busy is just wasting time and I′ve wasted what little he gave me. (All Around) I know the conscious choice was crystal clear, too clear the slate of former years: When I sang softly in your ear and tied these arms around you.
Sing us a song of the century That′s louder than bombs and eternity The era of static and contraband That′s leading us into the promised land Tell us a story that′s by candlelight Waging a war and losing the fight
They′re playing the song of the century of panic and promise and prosperity Tell me a story into that goodnight
Born into Nixon I was raised in hell A welfare child Where the teamsters dwelled The last one born The first one to run My town was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero I never made it As a working class hero
21st Century Breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I am losing What′s left of my mind To the 21st century deadline
I was made of poison and blood Condemnation is what I understood
Videogames of the towers fall Homeland security Could kill us all
We are the class of ′13 Born in the era of humility We are the desperate in the decline Raised by the bastards of 1969
My name is no one The long lost son Born on the 4th of July Raised in the era of heroes and cons That left me for dead or alive
I am a nation A worker of pride My debt to the status quo
The scars on my hands And the means to an ends Is all the that I have to show
I swallowed my pride And I choked on my faith I′ve given my heart and my soul I′ve broken my fingers And lied through my teeth The pillar of damage control
I′ve been to the edge And I′ve thrown the bouquet Of flowers left over the grave I sat in the waiting room Wasting my time And waiting for judgement day
I praise liberty The "freedom to obey" Is the song that strangles me Don′t cross the line
Dream, America dream I can′t even sleep From the light′s early dawn
Scream, America scream Believe what you see From heroes and cons?
everybody′s here puke stinks like beer this could be a city this could be a graveyard you stole my idea you stole my idea everybody′s anxious for the coming of the crisis the collapse of the justice I can smell your armpits you stole my idea you stole my idea you stole my idea! this puke stinks like beer come on, come on, come on let′s lay waste to this century come on, come on, come on return to nothing, and help me everybody′s anxious the crowd is all around us the followers of Aldous are spinning with their mescaline a man behind the alter screams you stole my idea you stole my idea! on the edge of a kiss, smack on the lips dangled with tongue on the edge of a peace that can′t stand low and won′t stand tall it′s amazing what we can do with love with some matches and gasoline, do with love! it′s amazing what we can do with love