21st Century (Digital Boy) - Bad Religion

A-one, two, three, four Two, two, three Cat's foot, iron claw Neurosurgeons scream for more Paranoia's poison door 21st century schizoid man Blood rack, barbed wire Politicians funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire 21st century schizoid man Death seed, blind man's greed Poets starving, children bleed Nothing he's got, he really needs 21st century schizoid man

Now they're planning the crime of the century Well, what will it be? Read all about their schemes and adventuring Yes, it's well worth a fee So roll up and see How they rape the universe How they've gone from bad to worse Who are these men of lust, greed and glory? Rip off the masks and let's see But that's not right, oh, no, what's the story? But there's you and there's me That can't be

My dope in the bushes My dope in the bushes I know how to cook it My bitch good looking My bitch good looking My bitch good looking My dope in the bushes I know how to cook it Yeah, yeah, yeah I did the digital dash I fuck your bitch in the passenger I give the junky a blast I send that dope to your momma tho Out in the streets like thermometers You rats will never be honorable They know I'mma kid of my word A hustler the first to the first These bitches be naggin the kid They get on my motherfucking nerves I showed her my racks and they love me I'm smokin' that pack on muddy Taliban on these hoes Give a Xan to these hoes Got em playing with they nose I sleep on the beach off the avenue I came to your city with revenue I put in work it was evident I slide on your ass in the 7 deuce Come back on your bitch in a 6-trey Chevy, Mercedes I keep em' comin' Fuck all these bitches I keep em' comin' I pull up right now I'm parallel I hit your block with them swangers My niggas ain't nothin' but some bangers I sit in the trap with the gangsters You don't come around here cause its dangerous I be hangin' around here and I'm famous Gotta keep the trigger by my finger Hit her sideways when I banged her In the driveway on a perc I was sideways on a perc Had a stick on me, thats a first Got your bitch on me gettin' murked I post up and thats confident I boast up in a drop 6 Gotta Ghost Royce and I pop shit I'm a dope boy with that cock trip I came in the game I had crack on me Got big with my bag with some Act on me I'm single and shit and she lash on me I told em' I'm back on my bachelor I get focused on millions and everything I just took me a trip out to Africa See how we came from the mud and the bottom, we did it I see how they countin' this out Bet they ain't never gonna do it again You see why these niggas be hatin', ignorin, I'm goin' right in I was born to get this money in this life of sin I bought up before they got my dog on murder again See the fire come out the ass on the Lamborghini When you say you love a nigga do you really mean it When I was sleepin' on the floor you shoulda seen how they treat me I pour the Actavis and pop pills so I can fight the demons I did the digital dash I fuck the bitch in the passenger I give the junky a blast I send that dope to lil mama You rats will never be honorable They know I'mma kid of my word A hustler the first to the first These bitches be nagging the kid Fuck it, it is what it is, if you get hit you get hit I don't forget or forgive Told myself never again, I don't let nobody in Super just showed out again And we just keep servin' and servin' again And again and again and again I move the game up, I'm reckless I'm Harlem shaking through the pressure I might put Diddy on my next shit I might could fit you in on a Wednesday I'm not here for no pretend shit Just walked in with a girl that's making triple what I'm making, what an entrance That's when you know its a body Zone 6, they know it's a body Kirkwood, they know it's a body Lil Mexico know it's a body Scooter in here with the zombies Gucci get out it's a problem I might take Quentin to Follies You hate your life, just be honest I got the digital dash She want a picture with all of my niggas that just made the visual last But she too embarrassed to ask I got my foot on their neck and my foot on the gas You remind me of a quarterback, that shit is all in the past Esco and Boomin they got it on smash And I got the, I got the, I got the, I got the, I I did the digital dash I fuck the bitch on the passenger I give the junky a blast

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع