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I'm livin' in the 21st century |
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Doin' something mean to it |
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Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it |
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Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it |
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I guess every superhero need his theme music |
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No one man should have all that power |
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The clock's tickin', I just count the hours |
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Stop trippin', I'm trippin' off the power |
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(21st century schizoid man) |
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(Verse 1) |
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The system broken, the schools closed, the prisons open |
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We ain't got nothin' to lose, ma'f-cka, we rollin' |
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Huh? Ma'f-cka, we rollin' |
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With some light-skinned girls and some Kelly Rowlands |
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In this white man's world, we the ones chosen |
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So goodnight, cruel world, I see you in the mornin' |
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Huh? I see you in the mornin' |
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This is way too much, I need a moment |
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No one man should have all that power |
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The clock's tickin', I just count the hours |
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Stop trippin', I'm trippin' off the power |
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'Til then, f-ck that, the World's ours |
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And then they (Go) |
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And then they |
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And then they (Go) |
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And then they (21st century schizoid man) |
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(Verse 2) |
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F-ck SNL and the whole cast |
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Tell 'em Yeezy said they can kiss my whole ass |
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More specifically, they can kiss my asshole |
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I'm an asshole? You n-ggas got jokes |
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You short-minded n-ggas' thoughts is Napoleon |
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My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in |
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Now I embody every characteristic of the egotistic |
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He know, he so, f-ckin' gifted |
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I just needed time alone, with my own thoughts |
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Got treasures in my mind but couldn't open up my own vault |
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My childlike creativity, purity and honesty |
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Is honestly being prodded by these grown thoughts |
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Reality is catchin' up with me |
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Takin' my inner child, I'm fighting for it, custody |
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With these responsibilities that they entrusted me |
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As I look down at my dia-mond-encrusted piece |
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N-gga, no one man should have all that power |
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The clock's tickin', I just count the hours |
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Stop trippin', I'm trippin' off the power |
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'Til then, f-ck that, the World's ours |
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And then they (Go) |
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And then they |
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And then they (Go) |
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And then they |
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And then they (Go) |
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And then they (21st century schizoid man) |
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(Verse 3) |
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Colin Powells, Austin Powers |
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Lost in translation with a whole f-ckin' nation |
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They say I was the abomination of Obama's nation |
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Well, that's a pretty bad way to start the conversation |
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At the end of day, goddamnit, I'm killin' this sh-t |
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I know damn well y'all feelin' this sh-t |
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I don't need yo' pussy, bitch, I'm on my own dick |
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I ain't gotta power trip, who you goin' home with? |
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How 'Ye doin'? I'm survivin' |
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I was drinkin' earlier, now I'm drivin' |
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Where the bad bitches, huh? Where ya hidin'? |
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I got the power, make yo' life so excitin' (So excitin') |
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Now this would be a beautiful death |
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Jumpin' out the window |
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Lettin' everything go |
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Lettin' everything go |
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N-now-now this would be a beautiful death |
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Jumpin' out the window |
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Lettin' everything go |
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Lettin' everything go |
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Now this would be a beautiful death |
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Jumpin' out the window |
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Lettin' everything go |
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Lettin' everything go |
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You got the power to let power go? |
